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31, 20151 viewer134.8K views Cigarettes & Saints Lyrics 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 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 About Song Bio Cigarettes & Saints is the second single from No Closer To Heaven , released July 31 2015
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