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  • 标题:Pepper

    艺人:Butthole Surfers

    作词:Butthole Surfers

    节拍: Moderate ♩ = 120

    和弦:G5

    标记:IntroVerseChorusBridgeSoloVerseChorusBridgeInterludeVerseChorusSolo
    歌曲: Pepper
    歌词:
    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 you 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

    (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 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
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