2 acessos
E G A I saw the patron saints parade down city hall D E G A I saw the patron saints for the handsome, rich and tall D E G A I felt so out of place, appalling and appalled D A C D They all drove away and there was no one left to call G C D Cause there ain’t no surrogate savior for my soul G C There ain’t no patron saint for rock and roll D For rock and roll D A G A I stood and watched the parade crowded in the back D A G A I couldn’t see a thing through the patriotic flag D A G A The huddled masses and me disillusioned in the rain D A C D Wondering what America means when I feel so out of place G C D Cause there ain’t no surrogate savior for my soul G C There ain’t no patron saint for rock and roll D E For rock and roll F# Bm D E A Sometimes I feel lonely, devilish and old F#m G F# B As if my congregation were the bitter cold Em A D And my hymnal feels like it’s got holes G C B Christ alone could save my soul Em A E x2 D A There’s a park downtown G A Where the homeless get ignored D A Where the church next door is a crowd G A Singing “Blessed are the poor” D A Where the Mercedes drive away G A Muttering, “druggies, drunks and whores” D A Where the bumper sticker displays C D “My copilot is the Lord” G C D Cause there ain’t no surrogate savior for my soul G C There ain’t no patron saint for rock and roll D For rock and roll