Text/Music: Anthony Kiedis, Michael Peter Balzary (Flea), John Frusciante, Chad Smith

Waking up dead inside of my head
Whenever never do there is no med
No medicine to take
I've had a chance to be insane
Asylum from the falling rain
I've had a chance to break

It's so bad it's got to be good
Mysterious girl misunderstood
Dressed like a wedding cake
Any other day and I might play
A funeral march for Barney Bray
Why try and run away

Slow cheetah come before my forest
Looks like it's on today
Slow cheetah come it's so euphoric
No matter what they say

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I know a girl she worked in a store
She knew not what her life was for
She barely knew her name
They tried to tell her she would never be
As happy as a girl in a magazine
She bought it with her pay

Slow cheetah come before my forest
Looks like it's on today
Slow cheetah come it's so euphoric
No matter what they say

Everyone has so much to say
They talk talk talk their lives away
Don't even hesitate
Walking on down to the burial ground
It's a very old dance with a merry old sound
Looks like it's on today

. . . . . .

Slow cheetah come before my forest
Looks like it's on today
Slow cheetah come it's so euphoric
No matter what they say

Slow cheetah come before my forest
Looks like it's on today
Slow cheetah come it's so euphoric
No matter what they say

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