Butthole Surfers - Pepper

She was sharin' Sharon's outlook on the topic of disease

Tommy played piano like a kid out in the rain

That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain

Then there was the ever present football player-rapist

Flipper died a natural death, he caught a nasty virus

I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes

Some will die in hot pursuit in fiery auto crashes

Marky got with Sharon, Sharon got Sherice

Well, it should have been a better shot, and got him in the head

Mikey had a facial scar, and Bobby was a racist

You never know just how you look through other people's eyes

That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain

Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies

You never know just how you look through other people's eyes

Paulie caught a bullet, but it only hit his leg

I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes

They were all in love with dyin', they were drinking from a fountain

I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes

That is pouring like an avalanche comin' down the mountain

I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows

Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies

Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes

I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows

Then he lost his leg in Dallas, he was dancin' with a train

You never know just how you look through other people's eyes