Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cigarettes & Saints, artist - The Wonder Years. Album song No Closer to Heaven, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 03.09.2015
Record label: Hopeless
Song language: English
Cigarettes & Saints |
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 refuse to kneel and pray |
I won’t remember you that way |
I lit you a candle in every cathedral across Europe |
And 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 blamed 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 |
And I’m sure you’re still singing |
But I’ll bet that you’re still just a bit out of key |
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 |
And watch them grow with the flowers in 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 |
Buy 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 head |
Got our arms in their grips |
No, we can’t shake free |
This goddamn machine, hungry and heartless |
My whole generation got lost in the margin |
We put our faith in you and you turned a profit |
Now we’re drowning here under the waves |
(We're no saviors if we can’t save our brothers) |
Drowning out under the waves |
(We're no saviors if we can’t save our brothers) |
Drowning out, drowning out |
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 |