Blessed (Live)

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 glass

Stained 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