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Capo: 3
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:
AmBear paws and rascal power
GWatching us in your garage
AmBig girl you ate the neighbor
CThe nova is Gover
AmWake up and Am7play
GBalleradio
AmMake room for Clara's bare feet
CThe lover a MaGrtian
Pre Chorus:
ETick tock and waE7iting for the meteor
EThis clock is opening another door
Chorus:
AmLots of love just keep it comin'
GMaking something out of nothin'
FThese are theE best that I
AmI don't know how to say
GLosin' what I love today
FThese are the Ebest that I
AmLots of love just keep it comin'
GMaking something out of nothin'
FThese are the Ebest that I
AmI don't know what to say
GLook at what I lost today
FAnd these are the Ethings that I
Second Verse:
AmBlood flowers in the kitchen
GSigning off and winding down
AmThis Martian ends her mission
CThe nova iGs over
AmShe caught thAm7e ball
GBy the mission bell
AmChase lizards bark at donkeys
CThe lover aG Martian
Pre Chorus:
ELet's bow our heads
And let the trumpets blow
Our girl is gone
God bless her little soul
Chorus:
AmLots of love just keep it comin'
GMaking something out of nothin'
FThese are theE best that I
AmI don't know how to say
GLosin' what I love today
FThese are the Ebest that I
AmLots of love just keep it comin'
GMaking something out of nothin'
FThese are the Ebest that I
AmI don't know what to say
GLook at what I lost today
FAnd these are the Ethings 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.