Blessed are the meek
for they shall in herit
Blessed is the lamb
whose blood flows
Blessed are the sat upon
spat upon ratted on
O Lord
why have you forsaken me
I got no place to go
I've walked around
So ho for the last night or so
Ah but it doesn't matter no
Blessed is the land
and the kingdom
Blessed is the man
whose soul belongs to
Blessed are the meth drinkers
pot sellers illusion dwellers
O Lord
why have you forsaken me
My words trickle down
from a wound
That I have no intention to heal
Blessed are the stained glass
window pane glass
Blessed is the church service
makes me nervous
Blessed are the penny rookers
cheap hookers groovy lookers
O Lord
why have you forsaken me
I have tended my own
garden much too long