[Verse 1] 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
[Chorus] Cause there ain’t no surrogate savior for my soul There ain’t no patron saint for rock and roll For rock and roll
[Verse 2] 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
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[Bridge] 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
[Verse 3] 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”