Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cigarettes & Saints , by - The Wonder Years. Song from the album No Closer to Heaven, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 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 |