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• Artiste: Jon Foreman
• Titre: Patron Saint Of Rock And Roll
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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 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