Blessed

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, windowpane 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...

I have tended my own garden much too long