John Frusciante

I'll know her face a mile away
You'll be there in the slaughter
Freeing me when I'm cornered
Being arrested by the mind cops
They're the only ones worth changing what you do for
And I try to be in line
I guide my fate
And what it's good for there's no telling
It's blood
It's a flood
I'll know here face a mile away
She'll take my straight through that gate
Living there in a flower