White Pepper Lyrics


White Pepper
I recall a time when we were lovers Before you, I hadn't any other When the bad times came along I turned and you had gone From the start, I loved you, I was wrong Falling out, it's the end, may as well have never been The cards are up, the chips are all cashed in You won't see me again, don't consider me your friend Falling out, look away, it's the end Always thought of you as my big brother ...
Everything that you are That you'd like to be Will come in three, my friend Times thine inequity The flutes of the chi Will sound again, my friend Wrap yourself up in gold The fruits of the old Are ripe to be told, my friend For, it's not what you are How you've come to be All this will end and begin again Everything that you are That you'd like to be Will come in three, my friend Times thine ...
Pandy Fackler was a working girl Living alone in another world Of picket fences and a white fade Sucking d***s under the Promenade She was almost in a coma From doing the Bossa Nova And the Funky Cold Medina-man I wish you coulda seen her Poor little Pandy is doing the best she can Eating cotton candy from the garbage can First to come and the last to go I met her backstage after the 2nd show ...
Janey came back from the stand smiling With the writing of Kafka in hand and a bunny in a can Slipping and sliding you feel yourself asking her Why would you want me to try? Squeezing your wrist and she's pulling you closer Down where the devils are dying with laughter Then led to a place where there's no form of pleasure She blows you a kiss from her lips She's your baby She's your baby She's...
In the morning sun, I couldn't tell you I couldn't tell you so many things About how much I really love you About how much you really mean So far away but it's so easy to see you When I'm away I want to put my arms around you And I want to know do you feel the same way? 'Cause if you do I want to stay forever And I want to know do you feel the same way? 'Cause if you do I want to stay forever ...
Sometimes the ones you hold so close can make you cry But it's a pain in the ass to let 'em go, oh With a battered wish you hoped that the monkey wore a tie But it's no surprise to find he don't Put the pointed pencil in the pepper-po And take a little sniff of the things below Bring it to a boil and simmer low Put the noodle on the griddle as it climbs the Grobe Watch the worker shield his he...
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