Capo on 3

[Verse 1]

             
Twice a week I

             
 pass by the c


hurch that hel

d your funeral
             
and the pastor

              
’s words come 

             
pouring down l

    
ike rain.
             
How he called 

              
you a sinner b

            
ut said now yo

  
u walk with Je

sus,
             
so the drugs t

              
hat took your 

             
life aren’t go

    
nna cause you 

any pain.


             
I don’t think 

             
he even knew y

    
our name.
            
I refused to k

              
neel or pray. 

            
I won’t rememb

       
er you that wa

y
              
but I lit you 

             
a candle in ev

             
ery cathedral 

       
across Europe.
             
I hope you kno

             
w you’re still

           
 my patron sai

nt.


           
I tried to for

              
give but I can

             
’t forget the 


cigar in his f

ist.
             
I know that th

             
ey were hearts

          
ick but I need

 someone to bl

ame
              
and I know how

             
 they blame me

             
. I know what 

    
you’d say.
             
You’d tell me 

             
it was your fa

              
ult. I should 

            
put all my arr

      
ows away.


              
I’m sure there

             
 ain’t a heave

       
n,
              
but that don’t

            
 mean I don’t 

             
like to pictur

      
e you there.
             
I bet you’re b

             
umming cigaret

        
tes off saints

.
              
I’m sure you’r

             
e still singin

   
g
              
but I’ll bet t

            
hat you’re sti

             
ll just a bit 

       
out of key.
             
With that croo

              
ked smile push

             
ing words acro

        
ss your teeth.


            
You were heat 

         
lightning.
             
You were a sto

             
rm that never 

       
rolled in.
             
You were the n

             
orthern lights

             
 in a southern

             
 town, a caust

            
ic fleeting th

ing.
              
I’ll bury your

            
 memories in t

    
he garden;
              
I’ll watch the

             
m grow with th

             
e flowers in t

   
he spring.
              
I’ll keep you 

     
with me.

   



These wolves i

n their suits 

and ties

saying “kid yo

u can trust me

.”

Charming south

ern drawl, sun

ken eyes.

Buying good wi

ll in hotel lo

bbies.
             
They got fistf

              
uls of pills t

              
o make sure yo

        
u don’t hurt n

o more.

You don’t gotta feel anything.

Got their fang

s in our veins

.
              
Got their voic

         
e in our heads

.
              
Got our arms i

        
n their grips.

No, we can’t shake free.
             
This god damn 

              
machine; hungr

      
y and heartles

s.
              
My whole gener

              
ation got lost

        
 in the margin

.
              
We put our fai

              
th in you. You

          
 turned a prof

it.
              
Now we’re drow

              
ning here unde

                 
r your waves.
              
Drowning held 

             
under your wav

       
es.

Drowning here. Drowning here.
             
You can’t have

              
 my friends. Y

              
ou can’t have 

   
my brothers.
              
You can’t have

              
 my friends. Y

              
ou can’t have 

   
my brothers.
              
You can’t have

              
 my friends. Y

              
ou can’t have 

   
my brothers.
              
You can’t have

              
 me. No, you c

              
an’t have me.