Green Heaven [Demo Version]

The Red Hot Chili Peppers

Out In L.A.

Whoa, oh baby baby
Why don't you fuck with me?
Why don't you fuck with me?
I'll be a real animal

About this planet, there is something I know
There's a very big difference between above and below
Friend, foe, or bro, leave your body on the floor
Let your spirit fly away, like the soul of a crow
Your animated aura will begin to flow
When you listen to my mind, to this time (????)

There'll be (????) man's everyday life
(????) 'til he dies by the night
'Cause here, above land, man has laid his plan
And yes, it does include the Ku Klux Klan

We got a government so twisted and bent
Bombs, tanks and guns is how our money is spent
We got V.D., heroin, greed and prostitution
Tension, aggravation, L. Ron Hubbard solution

Not to mention hard-core chemical pollution
If you think you're just away, you're in a mental institution
And that's a heart felt shame
'Cause everyone's crazy, everyone's the same
So, why should only Larry, Curly and Moe be to blame?

Time now to take you to a different place
Where peace lovin' whales flow through liquid outer space
A groovin' and a gliddin' as graceful as lace
A never losing touch with the ocean's embrace

Diviner than the dolphin, that there is none
'Cause dolphins just like to have a lot of fun
No one tells 'em how their life is run
And no one points at 'em with a gun

They have a lot of love for every living creature
The smile of a dolphin is a built-in feature
They be movin' in schools, but everyone's the teacher
Someday, mister dolphin, I know I'm goin' to meet you

Back to the land of the policeman
Where he does whatever he says he can
Including hating you, because you're a Jew
Or beating black ass, that's nothing new

Trigger happy cops, they just like to brawl
They use guns, clubs, gas, but that's not all
They got puke ridden prisons and sex sick jails
Fuck the poor, if you're rich, you pay the bail

So support your police, support your local wars
That's the way to open economic doors
Why do we do it, 'cause the President's a whore
We assume the position to sell the ammunition

What the fuck, it's the american tradition
Along with going fishin' apple pies in the kitchen
Isn't it bitchin' seeing dead men in ditches?

Oooh, did you (????)
Why don't you (????) with me
Why don't you (????)

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