John Frusciante Your Pussy`s Glued To A Buliding On Fire Lyrics

Your Pussy`s Glued To A Buliding On Fire Lyrics

Your pussys glued to a building on fire

I paint my mind just cuz I'm
alive

If you see me roaming the hillside

Won't you come along?

You paint your eyes

Mine are in the sky

No worldly word I could
say would be golden

The smile on my face isn't always real

But the
way you make me feel is all that's really real

You little duck house