Death Of A Martian by 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' 

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 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 a 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 mysteries. 

Shiv sister to the quickness before it blisters 

Into newmorning milk blanket. 

Your ilk is funny to the turnstyle touch 

Bunny whose bouquet set a course for bloom without decay. 

Get your broom and sweep the echoes of yesternights fallen freckles...away...Thanks to thudord@yahoo.com