Death Of A Martian Chords & Lyrics Artist: Red Hot Chili Peppers

Capo: 3rd fret

VERSE
Am
Bear paws and rascal power
G
Watching us in your garage
Am
Big girl, you ate the neighbor
C           G
The nova is over
 
Am          Am7
Wake up and play
G
Balleradio
Am
Make room for Clara's bare feet
C             G
The lover a Martian
 
PRE CHORUS
E               E7
Tick tock and waiting for the meteor
E
This clock is opening another door
 
CHORUS
Am
Lots of love, just keep it comin'
G
Making something out of nothing
F             E
These are the best that I
 
Am
  I don't know how to say
G
  Losin' what I love today
F             E
These are the best that I
 
Am
Lots of love, just keep it comin'
G
Making something out of nothing
F             E
These are the best that I
 
Am
  I don't know what to say
G
  Look at what I lost today
    F             E
And these are the things that I
 
VERSE 2
Am
Blood flowers in the kitchen
G
Signing off and winding down
Am
This Martian ends her mission
C         G
The nova is over
 
Am           Am7
She caught the ball
G
By the mission bell
Am
Chase lizards, bark at donkeys
C          G
The lover a Martian
 
PRE CHORUS
E
Let's bow our heads and let the trumpets blow
E
Our girl is gone, God bless her little soul!
 
CHORUS
Am
Lots of love and keep it comin'
G
Making something out of nothing
F             E
These are the best that I
 
Am
  I don't know how to say
G
  Losin' what I love today
F             E
These are the best that I
 
Am
Lots of love, just keep it comin'
G
Making something out of nothing
F             E
These are the best that I
 
Am
  I don't know what to say
G
  Look at what I lost today
    F             E
And these are the things that I
 
OUTRO
Am              G
  She's got a sword in case
       F               E
Though this is not her lord in case
    Am                      G        F                    E
The one who can't afford to face her image is restored to grace.
     Am
Disappeared,
    G
No trace.
       F              E
Musky tears, suitcase.
              Am                G
The down turn brave little burn cub
              F                  E
bear careless turnip snare rampages, pitch color pages...
         Am               G
Down and out but not in Vegas,
     F              E               Am
Disembarks and disengages. No loft.
           G            F
Sweet pink canary cages plummet
            E
Pop dewskin fortitude for the
Am
sniffing black noses
     G               F             E
That snort and allude to dangling trinkets
          Am                  G
That mimic the dirt cough go drink its.
     F        E
It's for you.
                    Am
Blue battered naval town slip kisses
   G              F                        E
Delivered by duck muscles and bottle-nosed grifters
 Am               G
Arrive in time to catch the late show.
       Am
It's a beehive barrel race.
  G                  F           E
A shehive stare and chase wasted feature
              Am                   G
Who tried and failed to reach her.
            F                 E
Embossed beneath a box in the closet. That's lost.
                  Am                   G               F
The kind that you find when you mind your own business
                    E                   Am
Shiv sister to the quickness before it blisters
         G                     F
Into new morning milk blanket.
          E                  Am
Your ilk is funny to the turnstyle touch
     G              F                E                    Am
Bunny whose bouquet set a course for bloom without decay.
          G                  F                      E                 Am
Get your broom and sweep the echoes of yesternights fallen freckles...away...