Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death of a Martian, artist - Red Hot Chili Peppers. Album song The Studio Album Collection 1991-2011, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 11.12.2014
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Death of a Martian |
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 |
And these are the things that I Blood flowers in the kitchen |
Signing off and winding down |
This martain 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 |
Tho this is not her lord incase |
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 mysteries. |
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…) |