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Artist/Band:
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Lyrics for Song: Death of a Martian
Lyrics for Album: Stadium Arcadium [2006]
Bear paws and rascal power
Watching us in your garage
Big girl you ate the neighbor
The nova is over
Wake up and play
Balleradio
Make room for Clara's bare feet
The love of a Martian
Tick tock and waiting for the meteor
This clock is opening another door
Lots of love just keep it comin'
Making something out of nothin'
These are the best that I
I don't know how to say
Losin' what I love today
These are the best that I
Lots of love just keep it comin'
Making something out of nothin'
These are the best that I
I don't know what to say
Look at what I lost today
These are the things that I
Blood flowers in the kitchen
Signing off and winding down
The Martian ends her mission
The nova is over
She caught the ball
By the mission bell
Chase lizards bark at donkeys
The love of a Martian
Let's bow our heads
And let the trumpets blow
Our girl is gone
God bless her little soul
She's got sword in case though this is not her lord in case the one
who can't afford to face her image is restored to grace.
Disappeared. No trace. Musky tears. Suitcase. The down turn
brave little burncub bearcareless turnip snare rampages pitch
color pages....down and out but not in Vegas. Disembarks
and disengages. No loft. Sweet pink canary cages plummet pop
dewskin fortitude for the sniffing black noses that snort and allude to dangling trinkets that mimic the dirt cough go drink
its. It's for you. Blue battered naval town slip kisses delivered
by duck muscles and bottlenosed grifters arrive in time to catch
the late show. It's a beehive barrel race. A shehive stare and
chase wasted feature who tried and failed to reach her.
Embossed beneath a box in the closet that's lost. The kind that
you find when you mind your own business. Shiv sister to the
quickness before it blisters into the newmorning milk blanket.
Your ilk is funny to the turnstyle touch bunny who's bouquet set
a course for bloom without decay. Get you broom and sweep
the echoes of yesternights fallen freckles....away...
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