Patron Saint Of Rock And Roll Songtext
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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
Nah, 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 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
Nah, 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 flags
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 saviour for my soul
Nah, 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 can 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 co-pilot is the Lord
But there ain't no surrogate saviour for my soul
Nah, there ain't no patron saint for rock and roll Nah, there's no surrogate saviour for my soul
Yeah, nah, there ain't no patron saint for rock and roll
For rock and roll
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 saviour for my soul
Nah, 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 can 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 co-pilot is the Lord
But there ain't no surrogate saviour for my soul
Nah, there ain't no patron saint for rock and roll Nah, there's no surrogate saviour for my soul
Yeah, nah, there ain't no patron saint for rock and roll
For rock and roll
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