Songtext von Pepper And Salt

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