[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

[Chorus]

[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”
[Chorus] (x2)