Red Hot Chili Peppers - Death of a Martian: chords

Cm
Bear paws and rascal power
A#
Watching us in your garage
Cm
Big girl, you ate the neighbor
D#           A#
The nova is over

Wake up and play
Balleradio
Make room for Clara's bare feet
The lover a Martian

G
Tick tock and waiting for the meteor
This clock is opening another door

Chorus:
Cm
Lots of love, just keep it comin'
A#
Making something out of nothin'
G#             G
These are the best that I
Cm
I don't know how to say
A#
Losin' what I love today
G#             G
These are the best that I
Cm
Lots of love, just keep it comin'
A#
Making something out of nothin'
G#             G
These are the best that I
Cm
I don't know what to say
A#
Look at what I lost today
      G#            G
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!

Chorus:
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

Cm            A#
She's got a sword in case
        G#              G
Though this is not her lord in case
    Cm                       A#
The one who can't afford to face her
 G#                    G
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 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 business
Shiv sister to the quickness before it
blisters into the 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
echoes of yesternights fallen freckles away