Your Pussy Is Glued To A Building On Fire

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-oooong?
    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