Well I'm walking on down the road. But it can't be heaven. 'Cause the streets aren't gold. And everybody knows what Bobby D was told. I'm walkin' on down the road.
Welcome friends to my thoughts of when. The fax city 4 were four young men. Time has come and now we jam. With the uplift mofo party plan. We're the organic anti-beat box band.
Red Hot Chili Peppers. Miscellaneous. Special Secret Song Inside (Party On Your Pussy). Version 1. Well, my young lady, she lives. three houses away. she claims that she can hear moaning and screaming.
Version 1. Well, my young lady, she lives. three houses away. she claims that she can hear moaning and screaming. to me fuckin' you every night. well, let me say "hey".
She's a witch. A bat. A bonafide bore. What's more - she snores. And that is a fact. Cow eyes lie. Yes it's time to resist. How did I ever. Get into this.
Say goodbye to Oz and everything you own. California dreamin' is a Pettibon. LA's screaming you're my home. Vanity is blasted but it's rarely fair. I could smell the Prozac in your pretty hair.
Flea!. Flea!. Flea fly!. Flea fly!. Flea fly flo!. Flea fly flo!. Beestay!. Beestay!. A koomalada koomalada koomalada beestay!. A koomalada koomalada koomalada beestay!.
We're falling throughout eternity. The clock is ticking and your still counting sheep. And you're still half asleep. . There's no one coming (There's no one coming).