Cigarettes & Saints

        C                  Am
Twice a week I pass by the church 
that held your funeral
        G                   F     
And the pastor’s words come 
            C
pouring down like rain
       C                           
How he called you a sinner but said
 Am
 now you walk with Jesus
       G                    F  
So the drugs that took your life 
               C
aren’t gonna cause you any pain

G                F              C
I don’t think he even knew your name
G            F              C   
I refused to kneel or pray. I 
    G            F
won’t remember you that way
                C              
But I lit you a candle in every 
 G                F
cathedral across Europe
  G                    F      
I hope you know you’re still my 
         C
patron saint

  C        Am                
I tried to forgive but I can’t 
  G          F
forget the cigar in his fist
  G                   F           
I know that they were heartsick 
    C
but I need someone to blame
                    G         F   
And I know how they blame me. I 
            C
know what you’d say
      G              F            
You’d tell me it was your fault. I
        C          G        F
 should put all my arrows away

                       C         G
I’m sure there ain’t a heaven
                    Am             
But that don’t mean I don’t like to
 G           F
 picture you there
  G                  F            
I bet you’re bumming cigarettes 
  C
off saints
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                C              G
I’m sure you’re still singing
                         Am        
But I’ll bet that you’re still just
   G          F
 a bit out of key
          G                    
With that crooked smile pushing 
 F                 C
words across your teeth


         Am            G
You were heat lightning
           C          G            
You were a storm that never rolled 
F
in
             Am                   
You were the northern lights in a 
G                C              
southern town, a caustic fleeting 
F
thing
               Am             
I’ll bury your memories in the 
  G
garden
                C            
I’ll watch them grow with the 
 G              F
flowers in the spring
                   C
I’ll keep you with me

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C
These wolves in their suits and ties
F
Saying “kid you can trust me.”
C
Charming southern drawl, sunken eyes
F
Buying good will in hotel lobbies
C                                 
They got fistfuls of pills to make
                F
 sure you don’t hurt no more

You don’t gotta feel anything
C
Got their fangs in our veins
                       F
Got their voice in our heads
                      F
Got our arms in their grips

No, we can’t shake free

C                                 
This god damn machine; hungry and 
F
heartless
My whole generation got lost in the 
C
margin
We put our faith in you. You turned 
  F
a profit
Now we’re drowning here under your 
C          F
waves
                         C         F
Drowning held under your waves

Drowning here. Drowning here

C                                 
You can’t have my friends. You 
           F
can’t have my brothers
You can’t have my friends. You can’t
         C
 have my brothers
You can’t have my friends. You can’t
         F
 have my brothers
You can’t have me. No, you can’t 
         C
have me