Lemon Demon – Pepper And Salt (Guitar)

         Am                       G                 C
Watching Dawn of the Dead while I stand on my head, ooh

             Am                           G
Think you're down in the dumps, wait till dead person jumps on you

C                              Am                E                       Am
When a zombie picks you up and smashes open your head, you find yourself dead

            E                      C
It isn't my fault, some pepper and salt ought to fix it up

F           C                    G#             D#
I waved the magic wand, now it's gone beyond control

F             C                      G#             D#   G
Don't let the dead men in, there's a problem in the soul

       Am                      G                 C
Do you know what I mean when I speak of machine, oh

       Am                      G
It's a symptom of fear, it's a black magic gear, no

C                           Am                     E                Am
It's another dawning of the full moon, much like a typhoon, or a monsoon

            E                      C
It isn't my fault, some pepper and salt ought to fix it up

F             C                G#                  D#
Don't want to reminisce of the dead like this, you don't

F          C                       G#                      D#
Risen from shallow graves, made to be our slaves, but they won't

F  C        G#               D#          F     C            G#                      D#   G
  (Hey mon. Hey don't eat my brain, mon… I was once like you. Or you were once like me.)

             C           G#           D#
This was the prophecy, a lobotomy for lunch

F              C                      G#             D#
The voodoo man finally cracks, and it really packs a punch

F                C                       G#               D#
But don't you be fretting now, you're forgetting now, all right

F          C
Pepper and salt they say

          G#                   A#
Keeps the dead away, keeps the dead away at night

         Am                       G                 C
Watching Dawn of the Dead while I stand on my head, ooh

             Am                           G
Think you're down in the dumps, wait till dead person jumps on you

C                              Am                E                       Am
When a zombie picks you up and smashes open your head, you find yourself dead

            E                      C                       E Am G
It isn't my fault, some pepper and salt ought to cast them away

       Am                      G                 C
Do you know what I mean when I speak of machine, oh

       Am                      G
It's a symptom of fear, it's a black magic gear, no

C                           Am                     E             Am
It's another dawning of the full moon, much like a monsoon, or a typhoon

              E                      C
This isn't my fault, some pepper and salt ought to make them all

F  C G# D#
Go away

F  C G# D#
Go away

F  C G# D#
Go away