Death Of A Martian Chords

Death Of A Martian chords by Red Hot Chili Peppers
by pete (pjramsay3@btinternet.com)
 
Verse:
 
Cm
Bear paws and rascal power
Bb
Watching us in your garage 
Cm
Big girl you ate the neighbor 
Eb          Bb
The nova is over 
Cm
Wake up and play 
Bb
Balleradio 
Cm
Make room for Clara's bare feet
Eb            Bb
The love of a Martian 
 
Pre-Chorus:
 
G
Tick tock and waiting for the meteor
G
This clock is opening another door 
 
Chorus:
 
Cm
Lots of love just keep it comin' 
Bb
Making something out of nothin' 
Ab            G
These are the best that I 
Cm
I don't know how to say 
Bb
Losin' what I love today 
Ab            G
These are the best that I 
Cm
Lots of love just keep it comin' 
Bb
Making something out of nothin' 
Ab            G
These are the best that I 
Cm
I don't know what to say 
Bb
Look at what I lost today 
Ab                 G
And these are the things that I 
 
Second Verse ( same chords as first one )
 
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
 
Pre-Chorus: (G throughout again)
 
Let's bow our heads
And let the trumpets blow
Our girl is gone
God bless her little soul
 
Chorus
 
Bridge: Repeat chords Cm , Ab , Eb and Bb
 
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...
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