Your Pussys Glued To A Bilding On Fire

Tom: C

C             G/B                    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/B      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 could be golden
      Am         C                 Bb
the smile on my face isn't always real
                 Dm            Bb
but the way you make me feel
                      Dm
is all that's really real
                  Bb
you little duck house
C      G/B           Am
Oh, won't you come along...
     F           Em      Dm
You paint your eyes...