Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spleen Merchant , by - Clutch. Song from the album Blast Tyrant, in the genre Хард-рокRelease date: 09.05.2011
Record label: Weathermaker
Song language: English
Spleen Merchant |
| When I die you can cut me up and take all that you please |
| But pity the poor dumb fool who gets my bleeding spleen |
| Corn pone, I born tomorrow, my bone marrow protein filled |
| Scotch whiskey Men of Tain have come to split your skills |
| Hey, hey |
| I got your heaven, I got your burning hell, I got it all right here |
| Wrap them tight in zip-lock bags to benefit good medicines |
| If bad, you can toss them back and stuff them in sausages |
| Isn’t it something so becoming, a gentlemen of good taste |
| The appetizer’s quite the pleaser, but might you pass the pepper please this way |
| Hey, hey |
| I got your heaven, I got your burning hell, I got it all right here |
| Fertilizer makes your corn row higher, but makes your back yard stink |
| And all the crows know where the wind blows, where water sinks |
| Hey, hey |
| I got your heaven, I got your burning hell, I got it all right here |