Death Of A Martian taby ukulele według Red Hot Chili Peppers

Verse 1:

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 
 
Verse 2 - 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

Let's bow our heads and let the trumpets blow 

G

Our girl is gone god bless her little soul 
 
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 
 
Bridge - repeat Cm Ab Eb 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!!!