Green Heaven Lyrics by Red Hot Chili Peppers
Red Hot Chili Peppers are an American rock band formed in Los Angeles in 1983.
This band is really fantastic.
Members:
Vocalist-Anthony Kiedis
Bass Guitar-Flen
Lead Guitar-John Frusciante
Drum Kit-Chad Smith
Green Heaven Lyrics by Red Hot Chili Peppers
Title:Green Heaven
Band:Red Hot Chili Peppers
Band:Red Hot Chili Peppers
About this planet there is something I know
There’s a very big difference between above and below
A friend, foe or bro, leave your body on the floor
Let your spirit fly away like the soul of a crow
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 a different way, 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 them 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 Mr. Dolphin, I know I’m going to meet you
Back to the land of the police man
Where he does whatever he says he can
Including hating you because you’re a Jew
Or beating black ass and that’s nothing new
A 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’ seein’ dead men in ditches?