Red Hot Chili Peppers

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Dm
Lookin' back at the years gone by
          A#                 A7
When The Message changed my life
Dm
 Heavy metal, the nest was dead
              A#              A7
Well, and the rappers gave delight
                   Dm
But I don't know who
     A#             A7          Dm
Was looking out for anyone like me and you
   A#               A7
A-maybe here with Siouxsie Sioux
Dm
Day to day was the way we play
            A#            A7
Well, everybody needs to eat
Dm
Girl is gone and the front door too
         A#                A7
Well, I guess we move our feet
                   Dm
And I don't know why
     A#            A7               Dm
The color of your eyes was stolen from the sky
    A#                  A7
And earthquakes never need to lie

Chorus:
Dm             A#maj7
Aquatic mouth dance is waiting for you
Dm             A#maj7                   Dm A#maj7
Aquatic mouth dance is waiting for you now
Dm             A#maj7
Aquatic mouth dance is waiting for you

Everyone and their best friend knew
That the west was overdue
Growin' out of the fertile dirt
Well, and the cracks were fallin' through
But I don't know what I'm looking for
I only know the deepest cut
It's coming from my gut
Parking lot of the old Starwood
Where the Misfits like to go
Billy Zoom and his silver string
Well, it just might be John Doe
Well, I don't know where
I'm gonna sleep tonight
Please tell me, can you spare
A pillow for my head and hair?

Chorus:
Aquatic mouth dance is waiting for you
Aquatic mouth dance is waiting for you now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aquatic mouth dance is waiting for you
Aquatic mouth dance is waiting for you
Aquatic mouth dance is waiting for you now
Now's here, my love
Aquatic mouth dance is waiting for you now

Pucker up for the hologram
I better find out who I am
Let it out with a downtown scream
Because we need more space to jam
But I don't know how
To turn it down, I end up being so damn loud
Ah, bend your brow, ah, bend it now
Prototopical Sunday nights
Smog flowers, they don't bite
Dirty skies never worked so hard
Better step to the Angels Flight
And I don't know if
The embers of my burning flame
Are from this spliff
The greatest gift, the greatest gift

Peppered up at the Cathay bash
And with a forty-five to split
Spillin' beer was a good fountain
Like the milk from a mother's tits
But I don't know slow
Someone has to come and teach me self-control
Or should I just say "Fuck it" and we go?