Your Pussy's 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 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 )