Red Hot Chili Peppers - Death Of A Martian

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 :

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 .