Slow Cheetah - Red Hot Chilli Peppers

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 Brae

Why try and run away?

I knew 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

Everyone has so much to say

They talk, talk, talk their lives away

Don’t even hesitate

Walkin' on down to the burial ground

It’s a very old dance with a merry old sound

Looks like it's on today