Death of a Martian Chords & Lyrics by Red Hot Chili Peppers
Death of a Martian
guitar chords lyrics
Death Of A Martian chords by Red Hot Chili Peppers
tabbed by thehisham
This is an alternate easier version of playing death of a martian. Transposed from key of Cm.
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 nothin'
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 nothin'
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
Second Verse:
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
Our girl is gone
God bless her little soul
Chorus:
Am
Lots of love just keep it comin'
G
Making something out of nothin'
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 nothin'
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
Bridge:
[Repeat chords: Am, G, F, E]
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 bottle-nosed 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 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 yesternights fallen freckles...away...
It's pretty basic, but let me know if you have any questions. Cheers.
