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