DEATH OF A MARTIAN Anthony Kiedis/Dave Navarro/Michael Balzary/Chad Smith
Bear paws and rascal power Watching us in your garage Big girl you ate the neighbor The nova is over Wake up and play By the radio, Make room for Clara's bare feet The lover, a Martian
Tick tock they're 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 Look at 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 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 lover, 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' 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 These are the things that I
She's got sword in case Though this is not her goal in case The one who can't afford to face her image is restored to grace Disappeared, no trace Must get to your 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 love Sweet pink canary cages plummet Pop dew skin 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 she-hive 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 new morning 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 yesterday's fallen freckles away