Cigarettes & Saints

(início)

        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