Pepper
- Butthole Surfers
Key: F F ·
Orig: F ·
Capo:
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Time: 4/4 ·
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Verse 1
F
Marky got with Sharon
G
And Sharon got Sherese
F G
She was sharin’ Sharon's outlook on the topic of disease
F G
Mikey had a facial scar and Bobby was a racist
F G
They were all in love with dyin’, they were doin' it in Texas
F G
Tommy played piano like a kid out in the rain
F G
Then he lost his leg in Dallas he was dancing’ with a train
F G
They were all in love with dyin’, they were drink in’ from a fountain
F G
That was pouring like an avalanche, com in’ down the mountain
Chorus
G
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
G
Cinnamon and sugary
F G
And softly spoken lies
G
You never know just how you look
F G
Through other people’s eyes
Bridge
F G
Some will die in hot pursuit and fiery auto crashes
F G
Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes
F G
Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain
F G
That is pouring like an avalanche, com in’ down the mountain
Chorus
G
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
G
Cinnamon and sugary
F G
And softly spoken lies
G
You never know just how you look
F G
Through other people’s eyes
In Reverse:
G
(I don’t mind the sun sometimes
F G
The images it shows
G
You never know just how you look
F G
Through other people’s eyes)
Verse 2
F G
Another Mikey took a knife while arguing in traffic
F G
Flipper died a natural death, he caught a nasty virus
F G
Then there was an ever-present football player rapist
F G
They were all in love with dyin’, they were doin' it in Texas
F G
Pauly caught a bullet, but it only hit his leg
F G
Well it should’ve been a better shot and got him in the head
F G
They were all in love with dyin’, they were drink in’ from a fountain
F G
That was pouring like an avalanche, com in’ down the mountain
Chorus
G
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
G
Cinnamon and sugary
F G
And softly spoken lies
G
You never know just how you look
F G
Through other people’s eyes











