Lyrics
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 saviour 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
There ain't no surrogate saviour 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 "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 saviour for my soul
There ain't no patron saint for rock and roll
For rock and roll