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When I die you can cut me up and take all that you please |
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But pity the poor dumb fool who gets my bleeding spleen |
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Corn pone, |
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I born tomorrow, my bone marrow protein filled |
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Scotch whiskey men of stain have come to split your skills |
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Hey, heyI got your heaven |
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I got your burning hell |
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I got it all right here |
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Wrap them tight in zip-lock bags to benefit good medicines |
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If bad you can toss them back and stuff them in sausages |
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Isn't it something so becoming, a gentlemen of good taste |
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The appetizer's quite the pleaser |
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But might you pass the pepper please this way |
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Hey, heyI got your heaven |
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I got your burning hell |
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I got it all right here |
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Fertilizer makes your corn row higher |
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But makes your back yard stink |
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And all the crows know where the wind blows |
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Where water sinks |
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Hey, heyI got your heaven |
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I got your burning hell |
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I got it all right here |
