« Waking up dead, inside of my head,
would never, 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 Bonnie 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.
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, its' 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 »
Red Hot Chili Peppers