Cigarettes And Saints chords by The Wonder Years

Capo on 3

    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.

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.