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Cigarettes & Saints

Cigarettes & Saints lyrics by The Wonder Years. Twice a week I pass by the church that held your funeral And the pastor's words come pouring down like rain...

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Cigarettes & Saints

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Twice a week

I pass by the church that held your funeral

And the pastor's words come pouring down like rain

How he called you a sinner

And said now you walk with Jesus

So the drugs that took your life

Aren't gonna cause you any pain

I don't think he even knew your name

And I refused to kneel or pray

I won't remember you that way

I lit you a candle in every cathedral across europe

I hope you know you're still my patron saint

I tried to forgive but I can't forget

The cigar in his fist

I know that they were heartsick

But I need someone to blame

And I know how they blame me

I know what you'd say

You'd tell me it was your fault

I should put all my arrows away

I'm sure there ain't a heaven

But that don't mean I don't like to picture you there

I'll bet you're bumming cigarettes off saints

I'm sure you're still singing

But I'll bet that you're still just a bit out of key

With that crooked smile pushing words across your teeth

Cause you were heat lightning

Yeah you were a storm that never rolled in

You were the northern lights in a southern town

A caustic fleeting thing

I'll bury your memories in the garden

I'll watch them grow with the flowers in the spring

I'll keep you with me

These wolves in their suits and ties

Saying, “kid you can trust me”

Charming southern drawl, sunken eyes

Buying good will in hotel lobbies

They got fistfuls of pills

To make sure you don't hurt no more

You don't gotta feel anything

Got their fangs in our veins

Got their voice in our heads

Got our arms in their grips

No, we can't shake free

This God damn machine; hungry and heartless

My whole generation got lost in the margin

We put our faith in you. You turned a profit

Now we're drowning here under your waves

(We're no saviors if we can't save our brothers)

Drowning held under your waves

(We're no saviors if we can't save our brothers)

Drowning here. Drowning here

You can't have my friends

You can't have my brothers

You can't have my friends

You can't have my brothers

You can't have my friends

You can't have my brothers

You can't have me. No, you can't have me

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