Cigarettes & Saints(Chords)

	        

        C                  Am 
Twice a week I pass by the church that held your funeral 
        G                   F                 C 
And the pastors 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 arent gonna cause you any pain 

G                F              C 
I dont think he even knew your name 
G            F              C       G            F 
I refused to kneel or pray. I wont 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 youre still my patron saint 

  C        Am                  G          F 
I tried to forgive but I cant 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 youd say 
      G              F                    C          G        F 
Youd tell me it was your fault. I should put all my arrows away 

                       C         G 
Im sure there aint a heaven 
                    Am              G           F 
But that dont mean I dont like to picture you there 
  G                  F              C 
I bet youre bumming cigarettes off saints 
                C              G 
Im sure youre still singing 
                         Am           G          F 
But Ill bet that youre 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 
Ill bury your memories in the garden 
                C             G              F 
Ill watch them grow with the flowers in the spring 
                   C 
Ill 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 dont hurt no more 

You dont 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 cant 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 were drowning here under your waves 
                         C         F 
Drowning held under your waves 

Drowning here. Drowning here 

C                                            F 
You cant have my friends. You cant have my brothers 
                                             C 
You cant have my friends. You cant have my brothers 
                                             F 
You cant have my friends. You cant have my brothers 
                                          C 
You cant have me. No, you cant have me
	        

Written by Matthew Brasch/Daniel Jason Campbell/Kenneth Alrich Cavaliere/Michael Kennedy/Joshua James Martin/Nicholas Steinborn