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Electriclarryland

Genres: Rock
Total songs: 6
Year: 1996

Pepper Lyrics - Electriclarryland - Butthole Surfers

Mikey got with Sharon, Sharon got Sheriee 

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 dyin' they were doin' it in Texas 

 

Tommy played piano like a kid out in the rain 

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

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

That was pouring like an avalanche coming down the mountain 

 

(chorus) 

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 sugar-y 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 

 

(chorus) 

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 sugar-y and softly spoken lies 

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 doin' it in Texas 

 

Paulie caught a bullet but it only hit his leg 

While it should have been a better shot he got him in the head 

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

That was pouring like an avalanche coming down the mountain 

 

(chorus) 

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 sugar-y and softly spoken lies 

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