Sounds to me like you are thinking of "Pepper" by the Butthole Surfers.
"They were all in love with dying they were drinkin' from a fountian
That is pouring like an avalanche coming down the mountian
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"
vesdavis2004
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