Red Hot Chili Peppers - Death Of A Martian, аккорды

Verse:
 Cm 
Bear paws and rascal power
 Bb 
Watching us in your garage
 Cm 
Big girl you ate the neighbor
 D#          A# 
The nova is over
 Cm 
Wake up and play
 Bb 
Balleradio
 Cm 
Make room for Clara's bare feet
 D#            A#  
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'
 G#            G 
These are the best that I
 Cm 
I don't know how to say
 Bb 
Losin' what I love today
 G#            G 
These are the best that I
 Cm 
Lots of love just keep it comin'
 Bb 
Making something out of nothin'
 G#            G 
These are the best that I
 Cm 
I don't know what to say
 Bb 
Look at what I lost today
 G#                 G 
And these are the things that I

Second Verse (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  throughout again)
Let's bow our heads
And let the trumpets blow
Our girl is gone
God bless her little soul

Chorus

Bridge: Repeat chords  Cm  G#  D# and A# 

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...