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Cigarettes & Saints

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                     C                                              Am  
Twice a week I pass by the church that held your funeral
                     G                                                 F                                            C  
And the pastor’s words come pouring down like rain
                  C                                                                         Am  
How he called you a sinner but said now you walk with Jesus
                  G                                                    F                                            C  
So the drugs that took your life aren’t gonna cause you any pain
G                                         F                                    C  
I don’t think he even knew your name
G                              F                                    C                 G                              F  
I refused to kneel or pray. I won’t remember you that way
                                          C                                      G                                         F  
But I lit you a candle in every cathedral across Europe
     G                                                    F                                      C  
I hope you know you’re still my patron saint
     C                    Am                                              G                         F  
I tried to forgive but I can’t forget the cigar in his fist
     G                                                 F                                      C  
I know that they were heartsick but I need someone to blame
                                                     G                      F                                      C  
And I know how they blame me. I know what you’d say
                G                                    F                                                    C                         G                    F  
You’d tell me it was your fault. I should put all my arrows away
                                                             C                      G  
I’m sure there ain’t a heaven
                                                     Am                                    G                            F  
But that don’t mean I don’t like to picture you there
     G                                              F                                    C  
I bet you’re bumming cigarettes off saints
                                          C                                    G  
I’m sure you’re still singing
                                                                  Am                            G                         F  
But I’ll bet that you’re still just a bit out of key
                          G                                                      F                                            C  
With that crooked smile pushing words across your teeth
                        Am                              G  
You were heat lightning
                             C                         G                              F  
You were a storm that never rolled in
                                  Am                                                 G                                         C                                    F  
You were the northern lights in a southern town, a caustic fleeting thing
                                        Am                                      G  
I’ll bury your memories in the garden
                                          C                                 G                                    F  
I’ll watch them grow with the flowers in the spring
                                                  C  
I’ll keep you with me
 C    F    C    F)  
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                                                                                                                                 F  
They got fistfuls of pills to make 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                                                                                      F  
This god damn machine  hungry and heartless
                                                                                                C  
My whole generation got lost in the margin
                                                                                                     F  
We put our faith in you. You turned a profit
                                                                                             C                         F  
Now we’re drowning here under your waves
                                                                  C                      F  
Drowning held under your waves
Drowning here. Drowning here
C                                                                                                                    F  
You can’t have my friends. You can’t have my brothers
                                                                                                                        C  
You can’t have my friends. You can’t have my brothers
                                                                                                                        F  
You can’t have my friends. You can’t have my brothers
                                                                                                                C  
You can’t have me. No, you can’t have me