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 )