Your Pussys Glued To A Bilding On Fire John Frusciante
[C] Your pussy's [G/B]glued to a building on [Am]fire
[F] I paint my [Em]mind just cuz I'm a[Dm]live
[G] And if you see me roaming the [C]hillside,
won't you co[G/B]me along.[Am]..
you pa[Bb]int your ey[Dm]es
mine are i[Bb]n the sk[Dm]y
no worldly w[Am]ord i could s[C]ay could be g[Bb]olden [Dm]
the sm[Am]ile on my f[C]ace isn't always r[Bb]eal
but the way you m[Dm]ake me feel [Bb]
is all that's really r[Dm]eal
you little duck ho[Bb]use
[C]Oh, won[G/B]'t you come al[Am]ong...
You p[F]aint your ey[Em]es... [Dm]
I can't figure out the solo's.. The solo's are long and a bit hard to figure out. Maby
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