Patron Saint Of Rock And Roll

I saw the patron saints parade down city hall
I saw the patron saints
For the handsome rich and tall
I felt so out of place appalling and appalled
They all drove away
And there was no one left to call
'Cause there ain't no surrogate savior for my soul
There ain't no patron saint for rock and roll
For rock and roll
I stood and watched the parade crowded in the back
I couldn't see a thing through the patriotic flag
The huddled masses and me disillusioned in the rain
Wondering what America means
When I feel so out of place
'Cause there ain't no surrogate savior for my soul
There ain't no patron saint for rock and roll
For rock and roll
Sometimes I feel lonely devilish and old
As if my congregation were the bitter cold
And my hymnal feels like it's got holes
Christ alone could save my soul
There's a park downtown
Where the homeless get ignored
Where the church next door is a crowd
Singing blessed are the poor
Where the Mercedes drive away
Muttering druggies drunks and whores
Where the bumper sticker displays
My copilot is the Lord
But there ain't no surrogate savior for my soul
There ain't no patron saint for rock and roll
There ain't no surrogate savior for my soul
Ain't no patron saint for rock and roll
For rock and roll