Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Green Heaven, artist - Red Hot Chili Peppers. Album song The Red Hot Chili Peppers, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Green Heaven |
About this planet, there is something I know |
There’s a very big difference between above and below |
A friend, foe, or bro, leave your body on the floor |
Let your spirit fly away like the soul of a crow |
Here, above land, man has laid his plan |
And yes, it does include the Ku Klux Klan |
We got a government so twisted and bent |
Bombs, tanks and guns is how our money is spent |
We got V.D., heroin, greed and prostitution |
Tension, aggravation, L. Ron Hubbard solution |
Not to mention hard-core chemical pollution |
If you think a different way, you’re in a mental institution |
And that’s a heart felt shame |
'Cause everyone’s crazy, everyone’s the same |
So, why should only Larry, Curly and Moe be to blame? |
Wow |
Ow, ow, ow |
Ooh |
Time now take you to a different place |
Where peace-loving whales flow through liquid outer space |
A grooving and a gliding as graceful as lace |
A never-losing touch with ocean’s embrace |
Diviner than the dolphin, that there is none |
'Cause dolphins just-a like to have a lot of fun |
No one tells 'em how their life is run |
And no one points at 'em with a gun |
They have a lot of love for every livin' creature |
The smile of a dolphin is a built-in feature |
They be movin' in schools but everyone’s the teacher |
Someday mister dolphin, I know I’m going to meet ya |
Back to the land of the police man |
Where he does whatever he says he can |
Including hating you because you’re a Jew |
Or beating black ass, that’s nothing new |
A trigger-happy cops, they just like to brawl |
They use guns, clubs, gas, but that’s not all |
They got puke-ridden prisons and sex-sick jails |
Fuck the poor, if you’re rich you pay the bail |
So support your police, support your local wars |
That’s the way to open economic doors |
Why do we do it? |
'Cause the president’s a whore |
We assume the position to sell the ammunition |
What the fuck? |
It’s the American tradition |
Along with goin' fishin', apple pies in the kitchen |
Isn’t it bitchin' seeing dead men in ditches? |