di Flea, Frusciante, Kiedis, Smith
RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS
They say in chess you’ve got to kill the queen
And then you made it
Oh, why?
Do you?
A funny thing the king who gets himself assasinated
Hey now
Every time I lose
Altitude
You took a town by storm the mess you made was nominated
Oh, why?
Do you?
Now put away your welcome, soon you’ll find you’ve over stayed it
Hey now
Every time I lose
Altitude
So divine
Hell of an elevator
All the while my fortune faded
Nevermind
The consequences of the crime this time
My fortune’s faded
The medicated state of mind you’ve found is over rated
Oh, why?
Do you?…