Hey guys,
Just got back from a 10 day road trip and I think I listened to this EP at least 20
times, I immediately felt the need to write it out. I'll have the other songs up soon too.
Tuning: Standard
Wil plays hammer-ons on some of the chords, they're pretty easy to sound out once you've
got the chords.
Intro: D (DaddG, 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
CHORUS
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
CHORUS 2
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
**Disclaimer: There is a very good chance this tab is not 100% correct and I am okay
with that. Leave your respectful corrections or tips in the comments box and the tab will
be corrected**
If you're a fan of Wil's and The Smith Street Band I've got a couple SSB tabs up on UG.
(Self Control, Belly of your Bedroom, My New Dress Up Shoes, How They Made Us, Get High
See Mice)
Cheers!
By: Christian Suderman
Username: Sudey
