Butthole Surfers – Pepper

Couldn’t believe someone hadn’t uploaded an unscathed version of this song (the one with over a million views has a few skips). Well, I took the extra effort and got it for you.

Anyway, the lyrics:

Marky got with Sharon, Sharon got Cherise
As she was sharin’ Sharon’s outlook on the topic of disease
Mikey had a facial scar and Bobby was a racist
They were all in love with dying, they were doing it in Texas
Tommy played piano like a kid out in the rain
And then he lost his leg in Dallas, he was dancing with a train

They were all in love with dying
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 in 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

(In Reverse:
I don’t mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
You never know just how you look
Through other people’s eyes)

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 dying, they were doing it in Texas
Paulie caught a bullet but it only hit his leg
While it should’ve been a better shot and got him in the head

They were all in love with dying
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