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