Red Hot Chili Peppers - Death Of A Martian Chords & Tabs

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:
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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.