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