Green Heaven (Demo) - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Oh, oh, baby
Why do you want with me?
Why do you want with me?
It'll be all real
All real
Eh

About this planet, there is somethin' I know
There's a very big difference between above and below
Friend foe, or bro, leave ya body on the floor
Let your spirit fly away like the soul of a crow
Your animated oral will begin to glow
When you listen to my mind to this time not to grow

They'll be fourteen in the alley's man's everyday life
Floating, he's riding his girl '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 VD, heroin, greed and prostitution
Tension, aggravation, L. Ron Hubbard solution
Not to mention. hardcore chemical pollution
If you think a different way, you're in a mental institution
And that's a heartfelt 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
Groovin' and a-gliddin' as graceful as lace
A never losin'-touch with the ocean's embrace
Diviner than the dolphin, that there is none
'Cause dolphins just-a 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 livin' 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 go'n 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 nothin' 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?

How did you [?]
What do you want to do then that with?
What do you want to do with me?
Why are you using me?
[?] buy your love
[?] a whale