Chords for The Butthole Surfers-Pepper (Lyrics)

Tempo:
75 bpm
Chords used:

G

Ab

D

B

C

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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The Butthole Surfers-Pepper (Lyrics) chords
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Key:
G
2131
Ab
134211114
D
1321
B
12341112
C
3211
G
2131
Ab
134211114
D
1321
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To learn Butthole Surfers - Pepper chords with lyrics, familiarize yourself with these chords: Ab, N, Ab, N, G, C, G, B, C, B, G. I suggest starting at a calm pace of 37 BPM, and as you gain confidence, approach the song's BPM of 75. Fine-tune the capo based on your vocal range, ensuring it complements the key of G.

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[G] [B] [C] [G] [B] [G] .
[N] .
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[G] [N] The market guy was sharing, sharing, got shrewd as she was sharing, sharing.
Now look on the topic of the scene.
[Ab] Mikey had a fiddled garden, Bobby [N] was a ruse.
They were all in love with dying, they were doing it in taste.
[Ab] Tommy played piano like [N] a kid out in the rain.
Then he lost his leg in palace, he was dancing with the train.
They were all in love with dying, they were drinking from a fountain.
That was pouring like an avalanche coming [G] down the mountain.
I don't mind the sense I'm telling you to show.
You are my sense of sin and sugar.
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You can lie, just have a look through the eyes.
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[F] [G] .
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Some [N] will die in hot pursuit, 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 [D] a fountain.
That is pouring like [G] an avalanche coming down the mountain.
I don't mind the sense I'm trying to give you to show.
I can paint 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.
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You'll never cross the bridge full of axes, needles and fire.
There's no danger if you have [C] a fire axe.
Another [Ab] Mikey took a knife while arguing in traffic.
[D] Ripper died an actual death, he caught a pasty virus.
[A] Then there was the [F] ever present football player Reaper.
[G] They were all in love with dying, they were doing it in taste.
[D] Ollie caught a bullet but [Ab] it only hit his leg.
Well it should have been a better shot and got him in the [N] head.
They were all in love with dying, they were drinking.
It's pouring [G] like an avalanche coming down the mountain.
I don't mind the sense I'm trying to give you to show.
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.
[A] [G] [Dm] [B] [D] .
[G] .
[Cm] [Gm] .

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This song was authored by Jeff Coffey, Gibby Haynes and Paul Leary.

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