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 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