Lemon Demon - Pepper and Salt lyrics
[Lemon Demon - Pepper and Salt lyrics]
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
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