The Wonder Years - Cigarettes and saints

Twice a ^Cweek I pass by the ^Amchurch that held your funeral and the ^Gpastor’s words come ^Fpouring down like ^Crain. How he ^Ccalled you a sinner but said ^Amnow you walk with Jesus, so the ^Gdrugs that took your ^Flife aren’t gonna ^Ccause you any pain.

^GI don’t think he ^Feven knew your ^Cname. ^GI refused to ^Fkneel or pray. ^CI won’t ^Gremember you ^Fthat way but I lit you a ^Ccandle in every ^Gcathedral across ^FEurope. I ^Ghope you know you’re ^Fstill my patron ^Csaint.

I ^Ctried to ^Amforgive but I can’t ^Gforget the ^Fcigar in his fist. I ^Gknow that they were ^Fheartsick but I ^Cneed someone to blame and I know how they ^Gblame me. ^FI know what you’^Cd say. You’d ^Gtell me it was ^Fyour fault. I should ^Cput all my ^Garrows aw^Fay.

I’m sure there ain’t a ^Cheaven, ^G but that don’t mean ^AmI don’t like to ^Gpicture you ^Fthere. I ^Gbet you’re bumming ^Fcigarettes off ^Csaints. I’m sure you’re ^Cstill singing ^G but I’ll bet that you’re ^Amstill just a ^Gbit out of ^Fkey. With that ^Gcrooked smile pushing ^Fwords across your ^Cteeth.

You were ^Amheat lightning^G. You were a ^Cstorm that ^Gnever rolled ^Fin. You were the ^Amnorthern lights in a ^Gsouthern town, a ^Ccaustic fleeting ^Fthing. I’ll bury your ^Ammemories in the g^Garden; I’ll watch them ^Cgrow with the ^Gflowers in the ^Fspring. I’ll keep you with ^Cme.

^CThese wolves in their suits and ties ^Fsaying “kid you can trust me.” ^CCharming southern drawl, sunken eyes. ^FBuying good will in hotel lobbies. ^CThey got fistfuls of pills to make sure you don’t ^Fhurt no more.

^CGot their fangs in our veins. Got their voice in our ^Fheads. Got our arms in their ^Fgrips.

^CThis god damn machine; hungry and ^Fheartless. My whole generation got lost in the ^Cmargin. We put our faith in you. You turned a ^Fprofit. Now we’re drowning here under your ^Cwaves. ^F Drowning held under your ^Cwaves. ^F

^CYou can’t have my friends. You can’t have my ^Fbrothers. You can’t have my friends. You can’t have my ^Cbrothers. You can’t have my friends. You can’t have my ^Fbrothers. You can’t have me. No, you can’t have me. ^C