Lirik Lagu Death Of A Martian ~ Red Hot Chili Peppers

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'

Makin' 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'

Makin' something out of nothin'

These are the best that I

I don't know what to say

Look at what I've lost today

And these are the things that I

Blood flowers in the kitchen

Signing off and winding down

This 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

Lots of love just keep it comin'

Makin' 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'

Makin' something out of nothin'

These are the best that I

I don't know what to say

Look at what I've lost today

And these are the things that I

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 the 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 bottle-nosed 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 turnstile touch bunny

Whose bouquet set a course for bloom without decay

Get your broom and sweep echoes of yesternights' 

fallen freckles... away