C               G                     Am
  Your pussy's glued to a building on fire 
 F            Em                 Dm
  I paint my mind just cuz I'm alive 
 G                            C
  And if you see me roaming the hillside 
            G      Am
  Won't you come along? 
      Bb          Dm
  You paint your eyes 
           Bb       Dm
  Mine are in the sky 
              Am            C            Bb     Dm
  No worldly word I could say would be golden 
        Am          C                 Bb
  The smile on my face isn't always real 
           A                   Bb
  But the way you feel make me feel is all that's  
        C
really real 
                   F  A  Dm  Bb
  You little duck house 

( F  A  Dm  Bb )