Green Heaven is a song by Red Hot Chili Peppers.

There are at least two versions of it:

The song was written with the original band members Hillel Slovak and Jack Irons, and a demo version was recorded in 1983 and released in the Out in L.A. compilation album and once again in the 2003 remastered edition of the debut album. However, the version that appears on the debut album was recorded with Jack Sherman on guitar and Cliff Martinez on drums due to Slovak and Irons leaving the band before recording the album. On the intro of the demo version, Slovak uses a vocoder to create an effect on his vocals.


About this planet there is something I know
There's a very big difference between above and below
A friend, foe or bro, leave your body on the floor
Let your spirit fly away like the soul of a crow

Here above land, man has laid his plan
And yes, it does include the Ku Klux Klan
We got a government so twisted and bent
Bombs, tanks and guns is how our money is spent

We got V.D., heroin, greed and prostitution
Tension, aggravation, L. Ron Hubbard solution
Not to mention hard-core chemical pollution
If you think a different way you're in a mental institution

And that's a heart felt shame
'Cause everyone's crazy, everyone's the same
So why should only Larry, Curly and Moe be to blame?

Time now to take you to a different place
Where peace lovin' whales flow through liquid outer space
A groovin' and a gliddin' as graceful as lace
A never losing touch with the ocean's embrace

Diviner than the dolphin, that there is none
'Cause dolphins just like to have a lot of fun
No one tells 'em how their life is run
And no one points at them with a gun

They have a lot of love for every living creature
The smile of a dolphin is a built in feature
They be movin' in schools but everyone's the teacher
Someday Mr. Dolphin, I know I'm going to meet you

Back to the land of the police man
Where he does whatever he says he can
Including hating you because you're a Jew
Or beating black ass and that's nothing new

A trigger happy cops, they just like to brawl
They use guns, clubs, gas, but that's not all
They got puke, ridden prisons and sex sick jails
Fuck the poor, if you're rich you pay the bail

So support your police, support your local wars
That's the way to open economic doors
Why do we do it? 'Cause the president's a whore
We assume the position to sell the ammunition

What the fuck? It's the American tradition
Along with going fishin', apple pies in the kitchen
Isn't it bitchin' seein' dead men in ditches?

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