Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anthony Kiedis
Anthony Kiedis
Vocals
Chad Smith
Chad Smith
Drums
Flea
Flea
Bass Guitar
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Kiedis
Anthony Kiedis
Songwriter
Chad Smith
Chad Smith
Songwriter
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
Songwriter
Michael Balzary
Michael Balzary
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Scheps
Andrew Scheps
Recording Engineer
Ethan Mates
Ethan Mates
Recording Engineer
Jason Wormer
Jason Wormer
Recording Engineer
Ryan Hewitt
Ryan Hewitt
Recording Engineer
Jim Scott
Jim Scott
Mixing Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Producer

Lyrics

Can't stop, addicted to the shindig Chop Top, he says I'm gonna win big Choose not a life of imitation Distant cousin to the reservation Defunct, the pistol that you pay for This punk, the feelin' that you stay for In time, I want to be your best friend East Side love is living on the West End Knocked out, but boy, you better come to Don't die, you know, the truth is some do Go write your message on the pavement Burn so bright, I wonder what the wave meant White heat is screamin' in the jungle Complete the motion if you stumble Go ask the dust for any answers Come back strong with 50 belly dancers The world I love, the tears I drop To be part of the wave, can't stop Ever wonder if it's all for you? The world I love, the trains I hop To be part of the wave, can't stop Come and tell me when it's time to Sweetheart is bleeding in the snow cone So smart, she's leading me to ozone Music, the great communicator Use two sticks to make it in the nature I'll get you into penetration The gender of a generation The birth of every other nation Worth your weight, the gold of meditation This chapter's gonna be a close one Smoke rings, I know you're gonna blow one All on a spaceship, persevering Use my hands for everything but steering Can't stop the spirits when they need you Mop tops are happy when they feed you J. Butterfly is in the treetop Birds that blow the meaning into bebop The world I love, the tears I drop To be part of the wave, can't stop Ever wonder if it's all for you? The world I love, the trains I hop To be part of the wave, can't stop Come and tell me when it's time to Wait a minute, I'm passin' out, win or lose Just like you Far more shocking than anything I ever knew How about you? Ten more reasons why I need somebody new Just like you Far more shocking than anything I ever knew Right on cue Can't stop, addicted to the shindig Chop Top, he says I'm gonna win big Choose not a life of imitation Distant cousin to the reservation Defunct, the pistol that you pay for This punk, the feelin' that you stay for In time, I want to be your best friend East Side love is living on the West End Knocked out, but boy, you better come to Don't die, you know, the truth is some do Go write your message on the pavement Burn so bright, I wonder what the wave meant Kick-start the golden generator Sweet talk but don't intimidate her Can't stop the gods from engineering Feel no need for any interfering Your image in the dictionary This life is more than ordinary Can I get two, maybe even three of these? Comin' from space to teach you of the Pleiades Can't stop the spirits when they need you This life is more than just a read-through
Writer(s): Michael Balzary, John Frusciante, Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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