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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizePatron Saint Of Rock and Roll
I saw the patron saints parade down city hallI saw the patron saintsFor the handsome, rich, and tallI felt so out of placeAppalling and appalledThey all drove awayAnd there was no one left to callCause there ain't no surrogate saviour for my soulThere ain't no patron saint for rock and rollFor rock and rollI stood and watched the paradeCrowded in the backI couldn't see a thingThrough the patriotic flagThe huddled masses and meDisillusioned in the rainWondering what America meansWhen I feel so out of placeCause there ain't no surrogate saviour for my soulThere ain't no patron saint for rock and rollFor rock and rollSometimes I feel lonely,Devilish and oldAs if my congregationWere the bitter coldAnd my hymnalFeels like it's got holesChrist alone could save my soulThere's a park downtownWhere the homeless get ignoredWhere the church next door is a crowdSinging "blessed are the poor"Where the Mercedes drive awayMuttering, "druggies, drunks, and whores"Where the bumper sticker displays"My copilot is the Lord"Cause there ain't no surrogate saviour for my soulThere ain't no patron saint for rock and rollFor rock and roll
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