Blessed are the meek
For they shall inherit
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 Soho
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
Like 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