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di Elfman

FLYLEAF

What’s this? What’s this?
There’s color everywhere
What’s this?
There’s white things in the air
What’s this?
I can’t believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, jack, this isn’t fair
What’s this?

What’s this? What’s this?
There’s something very wrong
What’s this?
There’s people singing songs

What’s this?
The streets are lined with
Little creatures laughing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What’s this?…

di Balzary, Irons, Kiedis, Slovack

RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS

All you slingers and fiends hide behind your rocks
Put down your guard I’m not here to box
This is no showdown so throw down your guns
You see it doesn’t matter where you come from
You could be from park ave or from a park bench
You could be a politician or a bitchy princess
But if you’re lookin’ for a fist and you’re lookin’ to unite
Put your knuckleheads together make a fist and fight
Not to your death and not to your grave
I’m talking about t hat freedom fight like a brave

Fight like a brave
Don’t be a slave
No one can tell you
You’ve got to be afraid…