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 ma**es 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 who*es” Where the bumper sticker displays “My copilot is the Lord” Cause there ain’t no surrogate savior for my soul There ain’t no patron saint for rock and roll For rock and roll [x2]