Deep Kick (Red hot chilli peppers)

It started when we were little kids. Free spirits, but already tormented by our own hands given to us by our parents. We got together and wrote on desks and slept in laundry rooms near snowy mountains and slipped through whatever cracks we could find, minds altered, we didn't falter in portraving hysterical and tragic characters in a smog filled universe. we loved the dirty city and the journeys away from it. We had not yet been or seen our friends, selves, chase tails round and round in downward spirals, leaving trail of irretrievable, vital life juice behind. Still, the brothersbloodcomradespartnerfamilycuzz was impenetrable and we lived inside it laughing with no clothes, and everything experimental 'till death was upon us. In our face, mortality. And lots of things seemed futile then, but love and music can save us, and did, while the giant grey monster grew more poisoned and volatile around us, jaws clamping down and spewing ugly shit around. Nothing is the same. So we keep moving. We keep moving. (Ooooooooooooh Shit! Ooooooooooooh Shit!) Went off and got some hair cuts Lookin wild and got all drugged up Hopped a train into the night Got a ride with a transvestite Two boys in San Francisco Two boys in San Francisco Blasted off in a Bart bathroom Those coppers woke us up The mothersfuckers woke us up Two young brothers on a hovercraft Telepathic love and belly laughs Storm the stage of Universal Slim shine talk boy go subversal Papa's proud and so he sent us Pounding hearts full and relentless Two boys in London, England Two boys in London, England Climbing out of hostel windows Wearing gear so out but in though Come on kid and do the no no Two young brothers on a hovercraft Telepathic love and belly laughs (Oooooooooooh Shit! Ooooooooooooh Shit!) We went to Fairfax High School Jumped off buildings into their pools We'd sit down and grease at Canters Run like hell they can't catch us Two boys in L.A. proper Two boys in L.A. proper Stealin' anything that we could Gotta sneak into the Starwood Gotta peak into the deep good I remember... 10 years ago in Hollywood We did some good and we did some real bad stuff but the Butthole Surfers said It's better to regret something you did Than something you didn't do We were young And we were looking looki-i-ing looking for that deep kick... Seen 'em come, seen 'em go... (And I feel I'm getting close to you)