[Spoken, Kiedis:]
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 portraying 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 brothers, blood comrades, partner family cuzz was impenetrable,
And we lived inside it,
Laughing with no clothes and everything experimental until 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.
Ooooooh Shit! Ooooooh Shit!
[Verse 1 Kiedis:]
Went off and got some hair cuts,
Looking 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 motherfuckers woke us up.
[Chorus Flea:]
Two young brothers on a hovercraft, yeah!
Telepathics love and belly laughs (ha-ha-ha-ha!)
[Verse 2 Kiedis:]
Storm the stage of Universal,
Slim shine talk box 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!
[Chorus Flea:]
Two young brothers on a hovercraft, yeah!
Telepathics love and belly laughs, oh, yeah!
Ooooooh Shit! Ooooooh Shit!
[Verse 3 Kiedis:]
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,
Stealing anything that we could,
Got to sneak into the Starwood,
Got to peak into the deep good.
[Outro Flea:]
I remember
10 years ago in Hollywood,
We did some good
And we did some real bad stuff,
But the Butt-hole Surfers said
It's better to regret something you did,
Than something you didn't do,
Yea, we were young
And we were looking
Looking
Looking for the deep kick
Yea, seen them come, seen them go
And I feel I'm getting close to you.
