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                                                            Lirik Lagu Album The Uplift Mofo Party Plan [1987] - Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics

                                                            Fight Like a Brave lyrics
                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics


                                                            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 politican
                                                            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

                                                            If you're sick-a-sick'n'tired
                                                            Of being sick and tired
                                                            If you're sick of all the bullshit
                                                            And you're sick of all the lies
                                                            It's better late than never
                                                            To set-a-set it straight
                                                            You know the lie is dead
                                                            So give your self a break
                                                            Get it through your head
                                                            Get if off your chest
                                                            Get it out your arm
                                                            Because it's time to start fresh
                                                            You want to stop dying
                                                            The life you could be livin'
                                                            I'm here to tell a story
                                                            But I'm also here to listen
                                                            No I'm not your preacher
                                                            And I'm not your physician
                                                            I'm just trying to reach you
                                                            I'm a rebel with a mission

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

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

                                                            I'm here today to pump up the uplift mofo party plan
                                                            A plan based on a band, a band based on a plan
                                                            There should be no.....in the land of lands
                                                            It's a hollywood jam

                                                            You say you're running and you're running
                                                            And you're running afraid
                                                            You say you ran across the planet
                                                            But you couldn't get away
                                                            The fire in your brain
                                                            Was driving you insane
                                                            You were looking for a day
                                                            In a life that never came
                                                            So don't tell me that
                                                            I've got to take a number
                                                            Cause I've been to that doctor
                                                            And believe me that's a bummer
                                                            Here's a one of a kind
                                                            Convention of the mind
                                                            And don't forget to mention
                                                            That it doesn't cost a dime
                                                            Come as you like
                                                            And leave any time
                                                            And one more thing
                                                            You know it doesn't have to rhyme

                                                            Fight like a brave
                                                            Don't be a slave
                                                            No one can tell you
                                                            You've got to be afraid...back to top
                                                            Funky Crime lyrics
                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics


                                                            Why do you do what you do
                                                            I do what I want to do
                                                            Who said you could do what you do
                                                            I told you who told me to
                                                            I do what I want to do
                                                            I do what I want to do

                                                            Funky crime funky crime
                                                            Don't you know funk's colors blind
                                                            Well I've committed a funky crime
                                                            Against a state of mind

                                                            Hey you mister interview
                                                            I don't have to answer you
                                                            This is what I grew into
                                                            Don't judge me and my soul stew
                                                            Cause funk is my attitude
                                                            Funk is my attitude

                                                            Funky crime funky crime
                                                            Don't you know funk's colors blind
                                                            Well I've committed a funky crime
                                                            Against a state of mind

                                                            Barriers of race
                                                            In the media take place
                                                            Tellin'you there is no room
                                                            For what you do, don't budge
                                                            There's no groove to your gloom
                                                            Who made you the judge
                                                            Always room for funky tunes
                                                            And yes I funk it up

                                                            Funky boy
                                                            Meets a funky girl
                                                            Make it funky, baby
                                                            Cause the funk is crazy

                                                            Why do you do what you do
                                                            I do what I want to do
                                                            Who said you could do what you do
                                                            I told you who told me to
                                                            I do what I want to do
                                                            I do what I want to do

                                                            Funky crime funky crime
                                                            Don't you know funk's colors blind
                                                            Well I've committed a funky crime
                                                            Against a state of mind

                                                            Funky crime
                                                            Funky crime
                                                            Funky funky crime
                                                            The crime is funkyback to top
                                                            Me and My Friends lyrics
                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics


                                                            Me and my, me and my, me and my,
                                                            Me and my, me and my friends

                                                            Like two sweet peas
                                                            In an even sweeter pod
                                                            That's my friend
                                                            And my friends's named bob
                                                            Like the devil knows hell
                                                            I know bob well
                                                            Well enough to tell you
                                                            'bout his 67 smells
                                                            Well enough to tell you
                                                            He's a hell-a-swell fellow
                                                            Well enough to tell you
                                                            That we know each other better
                                                            Than we know our selves
                                                            Like freaks of a feather
                                                            We rock together
                                                            I know bob well
                                                            But I think he knows me better

                                                            Me and my, me and my, me and my,
                                                            Me and my, me and my friends

                                                            He's as close to me
                                                            As a friend can be
                                                            I'll be standin' by my buddy
                                                            He'll be standin' by me
                                                            Just another half of
                                                            The two headed freak
                                                            But I need him like
                                                            My heart needs to beat
                                                            At this point
                                                            In this friendly verse
                                                            I've got to sing a little something
                                                            That I haven't rehearsed
                                                            It's about my man
                                                            And his name is hillel
                                                            For who my love
                                                            Is woul brother sacred
                                                            Take it hickleberry
                                                            Slim boy take it

                                                            Me and my, me and my, me and my,
                                                            Me and my, me and my friends

                                                            Jacky's eyes are closed
                                                            But he's right on course
                                                            Because he's guided by
                                                            The invisible force
                                                            He drives a kooky green chrysler
                                                            Bad as anybody's porsche
                                                            He's a working class drummer
                                                            He's as strong as a horse

                                                            Me and my, me and my, me and my,
                                                            Me and my, me and my friendsback to top
                                                            Backwoods lyrics
                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics


                                                            Someone spilled blood many years ago
                                                            Someone spilled blood but do you know
                                                            That from the backwoods
                                                            Where the chuck berrys grow
                                                            Come your long tall
                                                            Daddies of a rock and roll

                                                            Take me to your backwoods now
                                                            Take me to your backwoods now

                                                            Spinning' down from the clouds
                                                            Like a tornado
                                                            Spinnin' out of control
                                                            Like a psychedelic soul
                                                            With a rhythm hittin' harder
                                                            Than larry holmes
                                                            Come your long tall
                                                            Daddies of rock and roll

                                                            Take me to your backwoods now
                                                            Take me to your backwoods now

                                                            Mr. uplift mofo - my man bo diddley
                                                            Hit sippin' a bottle of nickle ripple
                                                            Play the lickity split finger licking licks
                                                            For all you wicked city slick chicks

                                                            And all you nitty gritty hick
                                                            We'll make your nipples ripple
                                                            Make you wanna dip your dipple
                                                            Make you wanna soak your hickory stick
                                                            Because my man has a grip on it
                                                            And I do mean on it
                                                            Which brings to mind
                                                            A very sinister minister kind of guy
                                                            A man named little richard
                                                            Born to make them bitches stir
                                                            That's right he'll make the sweet substance drip
                                                            From the middle of your hillbilly lips
                                                            And like the farmer milk his cow
                                                            The howling wolf will howl
                                                            And since times does allow
                                                            You all can

                                                            Take me to your backwoods now
                                                            Take me to your backwoods now
                                                            Take me to your backwoods nowback to top
                                                            Skinny Sweaty Man lyrics
                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics


                                                            Flashin' lots of cash and spendin' lots-o-loot
                                                            He's sitting at the bar - then he's sittin' at the booth
                                                            Across the dance floor he does scoot
                                                            He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

                                                            The caboose that could he goes toot toot
                                                            Been known to gag and sometimes puke
                                                            A very good friend of granny goose
                                                            He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

                                                            Skinny sweaty man in the green suit

                                                            He's half man and half cartoon
                                                            But good buddy don't be confused
                                                            He's full blooded looney tune
                                                            He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

                                                            Face to face with the man in the moon
                                                            His family doctor is doctor seuss
                                                            If you catch him in your soup please don't shoot
                                                            He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

                                                            Skinny sweaty man in the green suit

                                                            He was new in town
                                                            A free wheelin' clown
                                                            A funny young duke
                                                            Hangin' under the roof
                                                            Of a place in time
                                                            United sound

                                                            He'll play a little guitar sing a few blues
                                                            He's the kind-a-guy that you can't refuse
                                                            Despite the fact that he's no brute
                                                            He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

                                                            Strike the magic groove make him jerk and move
                                                            Like an eight legged freak in snake skin boots
                                                            Coming soon to a theatre near you
                                                            He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suitback to top
                                                            Behind the Sun lyrics
                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics


                                                            One day while bathing in the sea
                                                            My talking dolphin spoke to me
                                                            He spoke to me in symphony
                                                            From freedom's peace beneath the sea
                                                            He looked to me eyes full of love
                                                            Said yes we live behind the sun

                                                            Behind the sun

                                                            The sun goes up
                                                            And the sun gets down
                                                            But like the heart of the sun
                                                            My heart continues to pound

                                                            Now while I shower in the rain
                                                            I watch my dolphin swim away
                                                            The one who listens to the surf
                                                            Can feel the pulse beat of the earth
                                                            And like my dolphin swims so free
                                                            The sun does swim into the sea

                                                            Behind the sun

                                                            An island flying through the sky
                                                            One day your son might ask you why
                                                            And if you son should be a girl
                                                            She too might ask you of this world
                                                            The sun shines sweet upon your beach
                                                            And yes my dolphin loves to teach

                                                            Behind the sun

                                                            The sun goes up
                                                            And the sun gets down
                                                            But like the heart of the sun
                                                            My heart continues to poundback to top
                                                            Subterranean Homesick Blues lyrics
                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics


                                                            Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine
                                                            I'm on the pavement thinking about the goverment
                                                            The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off,
                                                            Says he's got a bad cough: wants to get it paid off

                                                            God knows when but you're doin' it again!
                                                            You better duck down the alleyway lookin'for a new friend
                                                            The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
                                                            Wants eleven dollar bills: you only got ten

                                                            Look out, kid
                                                            Look out, kid, it's somethin' that you did
                                                            Look out, kid, 'cause they keep all hid

                                                            Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot
                                                            Talkin' at the heat put plants in the bed but
                                                            The phone's tapped anyway, maggie says that many say
                                                            They must bust in early may
                                                            Orders from the d.a.

                                                            Walk on your tip toes, don't try 'no doz'
                                                            Better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose
                                                            Keep a clean nose, watch the plain clothes
                                                            You don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows

                                                            Look out, kid
                                                            Look out, kid, it's somethin' that you did
                                                            Look out, kid, 'cause they keep all hid

                                                            Looks to me like you did
                                                            A little to much hittin' kid
                                                            You should've took it to the bridge
                                                            Before you started to skid

                                                            Look out, kid
                                                            The good God willin', we'll bebop to bob dylan
                                                            Chillin'em, thrillin'em, and red hot killin'em
                                                            Killin'em

                                                            Get sick, get well, hand around a ink well
                                                            Ring bell, hard to tell if anything is goin' to sell
                                                            Try hard, get barred, get back, write braille
                                                            Get jailed, jump bail, join the army, if you fail

                                                            But users, cheaters, six time losers
                                                            Hand around the theatres
                                                            Girl by the whirlpool lookin' for a new fool
                                                            Don't follow leaders, watch the parkin' meters

                                                            Look out, kid
                                                            Look out, kid, it's somethin' that you did
                                                            Look out, kid, 'cause they keep all hidback to top
                                                            Special Secret Song Inside lyrics
                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics


                                                            Version 1
                                                            Well, my young lady, she lives
                                                            Three houses away
                                                            She claims that she can hear moaning and screaming
                                                            To me fuckin' you every night
                                                            Well, let me say 'hey'

                                                            I want to party on your pussy, baby
                                                            I want to party on, party on your pussy
                                                            I want to party on your pussy, baby
                                                            I want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah

                                                            Struck by lust in a telephone booth
                                                            Busted by a cop, he said 'that's uncool'
                                                            He said that he hears moaning and screeming
                                                            To me fuckin' you every night
                                                            Well, let me say 'hey'

                                                            I want to party on your pussy, baby
                                                            I want to party on, party on your pussy
                                                            I want to party on your pussy, baby
                                                            I want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah

                                                            I want to party on your pussy, baby
                                                            I want to party on your pussy
                                                            I want to party on your pussy, baby
                                                            I want to party on your pussy

                                                            I want to party on your pussy, baby
                                                            I want to party on your pussy
                                                            I want to party on your little pussy, girl
                                                            I want to party on your pussy

                                                            Let me shine your diamond
                                                            The girl got a scratch
                                                            Slap that cat
                                                            Have mercy

                                                            I want to party on your pussy, baby
                                                            I want to party on, party on your pussy
                                                            I want to party on your pussy, baby
                                                            I want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah

                                                            Verson 2
                                                            Well my lady lady, she lives
                                                            Three houses away
                                                            She claims that she can hear my baby screaming
                                                            To me 'fuck me anthony,
                                                            Well anthony'

                                                            I want to party on your pussy, baby
                                                            I want to party on, party on your pussy
                                                            I want to party on your pussy, baby
                                                            I want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah

                                                            Struck by lust in a telephone booth
                                                            Busted by a cop, he said 'that's uncouth'
                                                            He said that he can hear my baby screeming
                                                            To me 'fuck me anthony,
                                                            Well anthony'

                                                            I want to party on your pussy, baby
                                                            I want to party on, party on your pussy
                                                            I want to party on your pussy, baby
                                                            I want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah

                                                            I want to party on your pussy, baby
                                                            I want to party on your pussy
                                                            I want to party on your pussy, baby
                                                            I want to party on your pussy

                                                            I want to party on your pussy, baby
                                                            I want to party on your pussy
                                                            I want to party on your little pussy, girl
                                                            I want to party on your pussy

                                                            Let me shine your diamond
                                                            The girl got a scratch
                                                            Slap that cat
                                                            Have mercy

                                                            I want to party on your pussy, baby
                                                            I want to party on, party on your pussy
                                                            I want to party on your pussy, baby
                                                            I want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah

                                                            Verson 3
                                                            1st verse:

                                                            Well, my landlady, she lives 3 houses away.
                                                            She claims that she can hear my baby screaming to me 'fuck me'
                                                            Every day, when I'm in the hay.

                                                            2nd verse:

                                                            Struck by lust in a telephone booth. busted by a cop; he said, 'that's
                                                            Uncool.'
                                                            He said that she can hear my baby screaming to me 'fuck me'
                                                            Every day, when I'm in the hay.

                                                            And then the rest is agreed upon.back to top
                                                            No Chump Love Sucker lyrics
                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics


                                                            She's a witch
                                                            A bonafide bore
                                                            What's more - she snores
                                                            And that is a fact
                                                            Cow eyes lie
                                                            Yes it's time to resist
                                                            How did I ever
                                                            Get into this
                                                            How could I ever
                                                            Have kissed that bitch
                                                            So what if she's
                                                            Got big tits

                                                            She's the kinda girl
                                                            Who changas her mind really quick
                                                            She's the kinda girl who
                                                            Won't just let things sit

                                                            She came like a cat
                                                            Like a cat to cat nop
                                                            She came in my lap
                                                            With her womanly hips
                                                            When I first met her
                                                            I came unglued
                                                            I played the part of
                                                            A blueblooded fool
                                                            I'm through with your sewage
                                                            I'm through with your trash
                                                            I always knew that i'd
                                                            Get the last laugh

                                                            She's the kinda girl
                                                            Who changas her mind really quick
                                                            She's the kinda girl who
                                                            Won't just let things sit

                                                            Like two trains on one track
                                                            Bound for a crash
                                                            Two red white and blues we were
                                                            Destined to clash
                                                            I can't fix the future
                                                            I can't change the past
                                                            Like fly by night news
                                                            We were not meant to last
                                                            I'm through with your bluefish
                                                            I'm through with your gash
                                                            I'm through being screwed with by
                                                            You and your wack attack

                                                            Jump back for chump love
                                                            You won't be back for cover
                                                            But no no no no
                                                            I'm no chump love sucker
                                                            No chump love sucker

                                                            No chump love sucker

                                                            I thought that your love
                                                            Was a matter of fact
                                                            But I lost my pride
                                                            When I realized that
                                                            The smack in my bag
                                                            And my baseball bat
                                                            Was all you were after
                                                            Boys you dirty rat
                                                            She's a bitch and a brat
                                                            And a living disaster
                                                            She thought she was fast
                                                            But I was fasterback to top
                                                            Walkin' on Down the Road lyrics
                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics


                                                            Well I'm walking on down the road
                                                            But it can't be heaven
                                                            'cause the streets aren't gold
                                                            And everybody knows what bobby d was told
                                                            I'm walkin' on down the road

                                                            Groovin' a tune straight out of the womb
                                                            Trust is a must to be a true blue dude
                                                            That's a matter of fact don't be confused
                                                            Evebody knows true friends are few

                                                            Everybody come in, everybody sing, sing my song
                                                            Everybody knows, everybody things, that I've done wrong
                                                            Everybody come in, everybody sing, sing my song

                                                            Well I'm walking on down the road
                                                            But it can't be heaven
                                                            'cause the streets aren't gold
                                                            And everybody knows what bobby d was told
                                                            I'm walkin' on down the road

                                                            A like a momma bear hugs her baby bear cubs
                                                            A dude he can't lose when he lives on love
                                                            Like the bark on a tree
                                                            Like the skin on my knees
                                                            I'm standin' by my blood

                                                            Everybody come in, everybody sing, sing my song
                                                            Everybody knows, everybody things, that I've done wrong
                                                            Everybody come in, everybody sing, sing my song

                                                            Well I'm walking on down the road
                                                            But it can't be heaven
                                                            'cause the streets aren't gold
                                                            And everybody knows what bobby d was told
                                                            I'm walkin' on down the roadback to top
                                                            Love Trilogy lyrics
                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics


                                                            My love comes, and when it does
                                                            It's a crazy kind of
                                                            Selective affection
                                                            My love flows lika a wize guy's tie
                                                            In the zanniest of directions
                                                            My love protection, my love erection
                                                            You better get some of my infection
                                                            My love can be-a-bigger than
                                                            The hoover dam
                                                            My love can hide behind
                                                            A grain of sand
                                                            My love for life is fueled by
                                                            The love for my man
                                                            I love his mother and
                                                            The silly mystic man
                                                            Some people think he's bad
                                                            They say he doesn't laugh
                                                            And ask my dad

                                                            My love is death to appartheid rule
                                                            My love is deepest depth, the ocean blues

                                                            My love is the zulu groove
                                                            My love is keep it or move
                                                            My love is a laughin' boozed
                                                            My love is the pussy juice
                                                            My love can't be refused
                                                            My love is gettin' my food
                                                            My love, my love

                                                            My love began from love
                                                            My love for an unknown grubby bum
                                                            My love for the baby suckin' on his thumb
                                                            My love for the best set of buns
                                                            My love for the feal of the drums
                                                            My love for a butter knuckle hands
                                                            My love for the sweedes in the bad
                                                            My love for the legs that I spin
                                                            My love for the fat mingy
                                                            My love, my love
                                                            My love is my gross innerself
                                                            My love is my dick in my head
                                                            My love is my gross innerself
                                                            My love is my dick in my headback to top
                                                            Organic Anti-Beat Box Band lyrics
                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics


                                                            Welcome friends to my thoughts of when
                                                            The fax city 4 were four young men
                                                            Time has come, now we jam
                                                            With the uplift mofo party plan
                                                            We're the organic anti-beat box band

                                                            One comes from the holy land
                                                            Another was born an australian
                                                            Me I'm from michigan
                                                            But hollywood is the land of lands
                                                            It's a hollywood jam

                                                            We represent the hollywood kids
                                                            Hollywood is where we live
                                                            We represent the hollywood kids
                                                            Organic anti-beat box band

                                                            Life is grand in the land of lands
                                                            The mind does boggle the mind expands
                                                            The anarchy 4 have manned their craft
                                                            Get on your knees and shake your ass
                                                            To the jam that is

                                                            We don't ask we demand
                                                            That you and your clan
                                                            Listem now to this jam
                                                            To the power of the drummers bad
                                                            It's a hollywood jam

                                                            We represent the hollywood kids
                                                            Hollywood is where we live
                                                            We represent the hollywood kids
                                                            Organic anti-beat box band

                                                            There's a party in my town at 12:00
                                                            There's a party that's rockin down to the rock
                                                            I've got nothin' against hip hop
                                                            But there's a party in my town
                                                            And no beat box jam that is

                                                            The party's got girls the girls got hot
                                                            The party's got boys and the boys got socks
                                                            Something popped the doors unlocked
                                                            House got up ran around the block
                                                            Sit down house
                                                            Take off your blouse

                                                            We represent the hollywood kids
                                                            Hollywood is where we live
                                                            Any good friend of the lollypop kids
                                                            Over the rainbow with the wiz
                                                            We represent the hollywood kids
                                                            Organic anti-beat box band

                                                            With the organic anti-beat box band
                                                            You just might slam dance that is
                                                            It's a hollywood jam


                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics
                                                            Album: The Uplift Mofo Party Plan [1987]
                                                            Tracks 12
                                                            01 Fight Like a Brave
                                                            02 Funky Crime
                                                            03 Me and My Friends
                                                            04 Backwoods
                                                            05 Skinny Sweaty Man
                                                            06 Behind the Sun
                                                            07 Subterranean Homesick Blues
                                                            08 Special Secret Song Inside
                                                            09 No Chump Love Sucker
                                                            10 Walkin' on Down the Road
                                                            11 Love Trilogy
                                                            12 Organic Anti-Beat Box Band
                                                            [All Red Hot Chilli Papers Lyrics at http://liriksemualagu.blogspot.com]
                                                            Lirik Lagu Album The Uplift Mofo Party Plan [1987] - Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics

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