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