Exploring the chaotic tapestry of human experience, this song delves into themes of death, addiction, and existential reflection. The narrative weaves through a series of vignettes featuring characters who are entangled in self-destructive behaviors and tragic circumstances. Lyrics like "They were all in love with dyin', they were doing it in Texas" suggest a fascination with mortality and reckless living. The chorus juxtaposes these dark tales with sensory imagery—"Cinnamon and sugary, and softly spoken lies"—evoking fleeting moments of sweetness amid chaos. This contrast emphasizes the complexity of human life, where beauty and despair coexist. The recurring line "You never know just how you look through other people's eyes" underscores the theme of subjective reality, reminding listeners that perceptions are inherently personal and often misleading. 🌄
Pepper
Lyrics
Marky got with Sharon
Sharon got Cherese
She was sharing 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 doing it in Texas
Tommy played piano
Like a kid out in the rain
Then he lost his leg in Dallas
He was dancing with a train
They were all in love with dyin'
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
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 sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how to look
Through other people's eyes
Some will die in hot pursuit
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
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 sugary
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 doing it in Texas
Pauly caught a bullet
But it only hit his leg
Well it should have been a better shot
And got him in the head
They were all in love with dyin'
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
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 sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes
Writer(s): Gibson Jerome Haynes, Jeffrey D. Pinkus, Jeffrey Scott Coffey, Paul Leary Walthall
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, O/B/O DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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