Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pepper, artist - Butthole Surfers. Album song Electriclarryland, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Pepper |
Marky got with Sharon |
And Sharon got Cherese |
She was sharing Sharon’s outlook |
On the topic of disease |
Mikey had a facial scar |
And Bobby was a racist |
They were all in love with dyin' |
They were doing it in Texas |
Tommy played piano |
Like a kid out in the rain |
Then he lost his leg in Dallas |
He was dancing with a train |
They were all in love with dyin' |
They were drinking from a fountain |
That was pouring like an avalanche |
Coming down the mountain |
I don’t mind the sun sometimes |
The images it shows |
I can taste you on my lips |
And smell you in my clothes |
Cinnamon and sugary |
And softly spoken lies |
You never know just how to look |
Through other people’s eyes |
Some will die in hot pursuit |
And fiery auto crashes |
Some will die in hot pursuit |
While sifting through my ashes |
Some will fall in love with life |
And drink it from a fountain |
That is pouring like an avalanche |
Coming down the mountain |
I don’t mind the sun sometimes |
The images it shows |
I can taste you on my lips |
And smell you in my clothes |
Cinnamon and sugary |
And softly spoken lies |
You never know just how you look |
Through other people’s eyes |
Seye s’elpoep retho hguorht |
Kool uoy woh tsuj wonk reven uoy |
Swohs ti segami eht |
Semitemos nus eht dnim t’nod I |
Another Mikey took a knife |
While arguing in traffic |
Flipper died a natural death |
He caught a nasty virus |
Then there was the ever-present |
Football player rapist |
They were all in love with dyin' |
They were doing it in Texas |
Pauly caught a bullet |
But it only hit his leg |
Well it should have been a better shot |
And got him in the head |
They were all in love with dyin' |
They were drinking from a fountain |
That was pouring like an avalanche |
Coming down the mountain |
I don’t mind the sun sometimes |
The images it shows |
I can taste you on my lips |
And smell you in my clothes |
Cinnamon and sugary |
And softly spoken lies |
You never know just how you look |
Through other people’s eyes |