Pepper And Salt
(专辑: Clown Circus - 2003)
Watching Dawn of the
Dead while I
stand on my head, ooh Think you're down in the
dumps, wait till dead person jumps on you When a
zombie picks you up and smashes open your head, you find yourself dead It isn't my fault, some pepper and salt ought to fix it up I
waved the
magic wand, now it's gone beyond control Don't let the
dead men in, there's a
problem in the
soul Do you know what I
mean when I
speak of machine, oh It's a
symptom of fear, it's a
black magic gear, no It's another dawning of the
full moon, much like a
typhoon, or a
monsoon It isn't my fault, some pepper and salt ought to fix it up Don't want to reminisce of the
dead like this, you don't Risen from shallow graves, made to be our slaves, but they won't (Hey mon. Hey don't eat my brain, mon... I
was once like you. Or you were once like me.) This was the
prophecy, a
lobotomy for lunch The
voodoo man finally cracks, and it really packs a
punch But don't you be fretting now, you're forgetting now, all right Pepper and salt they say Keeps the
dead away, keeps the
dead away at night Watching Dawn of the
Dead while I
stand on my head, ooh Think you're down in the
dumps, wait till dead person jumps on you When a
zombie picks you up and smashes open your head you find yourself dead It isn't my fault, some pepper and salt ought to cast them away Do you know what I
mean when I
speak of machine, oh It's a
symptom of fear, it's a
black magic gear, no It's another dawning of the
full moon, much like a
monsoon, or a
typhoon This isn't my fault, some pepper and salt ought to make them all Go away Go away Go away