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Butthole Surfers - FM4 Soundselection: 1 - Pepper (Coming Down the Mountaind-mix)
FM4 Soundselection: 1
01. Lust for Life
02. Twisted
03. Step Back (Loop-version)
04. Tres Delinquents
05. Raus
06. Widerschein
07. Famous
08. Pepper (Coming Down the Mountaind-mix)
09. No More Love
10. Born Slippy (Nuxx Short-mix)
11. Dreckschwein
12. Jullander Shere (The Grid/ Star Liner - Jeh Jeh-mix)
13. Tattva
14. Silencer
15. 6 Underground
16. Papparazzi
17. Raptus Melancholicus
18. Alles Gute FM4
Marky got with Sharon, Sharon got Sherice
She was sharin' 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 doin' it in Texas

Tommy played piano like a kid out in the rain
Then he lost his leg in Dallas, he was dancin' with a train
They were all in love with dyin', they were drinking from a fountain
That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' 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

Some will die in hot pursuit in 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 comin' 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 doin' it in Texas

Paulie 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 drinkin' from a fountain
That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' 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