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Intro:  D  (D/G  Dsus) 

verse 1: 

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

D                           A                            Bm 
You smother me, smother me, smother me in Morrissey like all the pretty ones 

            G 
have done before, 

    D                            A                             Bm 
And writing songs for you in the backyard of another house show, 

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

D                  A 
Watching music television with the sound down, 

     Bm                         D 
It's technicolor rainbows and I think it's kicking in now, 

   D                  A                      Bm               G 
And there's more confidential information on mainstream radio stations 


D              A        Bm     G 
Someone famous just got caught, 

D              A        Bm       G 
Someone famous just got a divorce 

 


D                                    A 
So I walk into my front door and I'm going in swinging, 

Bm                             G 
I'm going down drinking like I swore that I wouldn't, 

D                            A 
And I'll come in singing and I'll walk out screaming, 

      Bm                  G                                    D   A  Bm  G 
Cause no one gives a fuck anymore, no one cares about this but you
 


verse 2 

D                           A 
And I need a break from the city again, 

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

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

            G 
a single bed with my best friend, 

      D                 A                        Bm 
And I woke up to air so clean and so fresh that I didn't dare light a 

G 
cigarette, 

D                       A 
As much as I love being near you, 

   Bm                          G 
My favourite thing to do is to leave 


D      A        Bm    G 
If you drive me home, 

D                              A            Bm          G 
I would've sat with you by the fire 'til my eyes closed 

 



D                Bm                          A           G 
I'd be happy, if American Spirit was nothing more than a brand of cigarettes, 

              D                Bm                               A 
And there are no more metaphors, this hunger feels like hunger, 

                     G 
A greedy, filthy need from the very pit of me, 

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

       A                                G 
But I don't eat meat motherfucker, so I haven't got very strong teeth 


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

                    A                                          G 
By the holes in the floor, the water that drips in through the cracks in the ceiling, 

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

A                                               G            D  Bm  A  G 
From the blackened handprints on the south east facing wall 

        D             Bm               A     G 
Where I sit and I watch the heavy rain fall, 

       G 
Yeah I sit and I watch Smith Street drown