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 [Chorus] 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 f** 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, pa** 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 [Chorus] 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