Blessed
Paul Simon
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 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