The Smith Street Band - South East Facing Wall lyrics
[The Smith Street Band - South East Facing Wall lyrics]
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
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
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
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
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
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