South East Facing Wall - The Smith Street Band

Speak of the handsome devil, oh when will I wear you like and hand in a glove?

You smother me, smother me, smother me in Morrissey like all the pretty ones

have done before

And writing songs for you in the backyard of another house show

When all I wanna do is sleep and all my friends wanna do is see me fall

Watching music television with the sound down

It’s technicolor rainbows and I think it’s kicking in now

And there’s more confidential information on mainstream radio stations

Someone famous just got caught

Someone famous just got a divorce

So I walk into my front door and I’m going in swinging

I’m going down drinking like I swore that I wouldn’t

And I’ll come in singing and I’ll walk out screaming

Because no one gives a fuck anymore, yeah no one cares about this but you

And I need a break from the city again

So I’ll play in backwater pubs in no-name towns, pass out in your garden shed

And last night I slept in the country estate of a pretty girl’s parents' in a

single bed with my best friend

And I woke up to air so clean and so fresh that I didn’t dare light a cigarette

As much as I love being near you

My favourite thing to do is to leave

If you drive me home

I would’ve sat with you by the fire until my eyes closed

I’d be happy if American Spirit was nothing more than a brand of cigarettes

And there are no more metaphors, this hunger feels like hunger

A greedy, filthy need from the very pit of me

And am I the only one holding on by skin of my teeth

But I don’t eat meat, so I haven’t got very strong teeth

By the skin of my teeth, by the skin of my teeth

By the holes in the floor, the water that drips in through the cracks in the

ceiling

By the mice in the walls, from the fingernail gash in the doorframe

From the blackened handprints on the south east facing wall

Where I sit and I watch the heavy rain fall

Yeah I sit and I watch Smith Street drown