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Spleen Merchant
作词:Neil Fallon, Jean Paul Gaster, Dan Maines, Richard Timothy Sult
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 Hey, hey, I got your burning hell Hey, hey, I got it all right here Hey, hey
Wrapped 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 gentleman of good taste 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 The appetizer's quite the pleaser But might you pass the pepper please this way
Hey, hey, I got your heaven Hey, hey, I got your burning hell Hey, hey, I got it all right here Hey, hey
Fertilizer makes your corn row higher But makes your backyard stink And all the crows know where the wind blows Where water sinks
Hey, hey, I got your heaven Hey, hey, I got your burning hell Hey, hey, I got it all right here Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey
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