WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Butthole Surfers - Pepper Chords | Ver. 1
[Verse 1]
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Marky got with Sharon
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And Sharon got Sherese
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She was sharin' Sharon's outlook on the topic of disease
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Mikey had a facial scar and Bobby was a racist
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They were all in love with dyin', they were doin' it in Texas
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Tommy played piano like a kid out in the rain
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Then he lost his leg in Dallas he was dancing' with a train
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They were all in love with dyin', they were drink in' from a fountain
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That was pouring like an avalanche, com in' down the mountain
[Chorus]
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I don't mind the sun sometimes
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The images it shows
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I can taste you on my lips
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And smell you in my clothes
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Cinnamon and sugary
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And softly spoken lies
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You never know just how you look
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Through other people's eyes
[Bridge]
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Some will die in hot pursuit and fiery auto crashes
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Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes
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Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain
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That is pouring like an avalanche, com in' down the mountain
[Chorus]
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I don't mind the sun sometimes
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The images it shows
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I can taste you on my lips
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And smell you in my clothes
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Cinnamon and sugary
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And softly spoken lies
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You never know just how you look
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Through other people's eyes
In Reverse:
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(I don't mind the sun sometimes
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The images it shows
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You never know just how you look
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Through other people's eyes)
[Verse 2]
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Another Mikey took a knife while arguing in traffic
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Flipper died a natural death, he caught a nasty virus
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Then there was an ever-present football player rapist
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They were all in love with dyin', they were doin' it in Texas
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Pauly caught a bullet, but it only hit his leg
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Well it should've been a better shot and got him in the head
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They were all in love with dyin', they were drink in' from a fountain
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That was pouring like an avalanche, com in' down the mountain
[Chorus]
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I don't mind the sun sometimes
F G
The images it shows
G
I can taste you on my lips
F G
And smell you in my clothes
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Cinnamon and sugary
F G
And softly spoken lies
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You never know just how you look
F G
Through other people's eyes
