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