Cigarettes And Saints - The Wonder Years

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[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 a

             
nd 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
           
And I refuse t

             
o kneel or pra

          
y, I won’t rem

          
ember you that

 way

[Verse 2]
              
But I lit you 

           
a candle in ev

            
ery cathedral 

       
across Europe
           
And I hope you

             
 know you’re s

              
till my patron

      
 saint
              
Well I tried t

           
o forgive but 

             
I can’t forget

       
 the cigar in 

his fist
           
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

[Verse 3]
              
Well I’m sure 

              
there ain’t no

         
 heaven
              
But that don’t

           
 mean I don’t 

             
like to pictur

      
e you there
           
I'll bet you’r

             
e bumming ciga

           
rettes off sai

nts
              
And I’m sure y

              
ou’re still si

      
nging
              
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

[Verse 4]
              
Cause you were

           
 heat lightnin

 
g
              
Yeah you were 

  
a storm that n

ever rolled in
             
You were the n

#            
orthern lights

      
 in a southern

 town
  
A caustic flee

ting thing
              
I’ll bury your

           
 memories in t

   
he garden
              
And watch them

           
 grow with the

          
 flowers in sp

ring
              
I’ll keep you 

     
with me

[Bridge]
   


These wolves i

n their suits 

and ties

Saying “kid yo

u can trust me

”

Charming south

ern drawls, su

nken eyes

Buying good wi

ll in hotel lo

bbies
             
Got fistfuls o

              
f pills to mak

              
e sure you don

   
’t hurt no mor

e

You don’t gotta feel anything

Got their fang

s in our veins
              
Got their voic

         
e in our heads

Got our arms in 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

              
We're no savio

  
rs if we can't

 save our brot

hers
             
We're no savio

  
rs if we can't

 save our brot

hers

             
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 ca

             
n’t have me

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