Blessed
Blessed are the meek, for they shall inheritBlessed is the lamb whose blood flowsBlessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted onO Lord, Why have you forsaken me?I got no place to goI’ve walked around SoHo for the last night or soAh, but it doesn’t matter, no
Blessed is the land and the kingdomBlessed is the man whose soul belongs toBlessed are the meth drinkers ,pot sellers, illusion dwellersO Lord, Why have you forsaken me?My words trickle down like a woundThat I have no intention to heal
Blessed are the stained glass, windowpane glassBlessed is the church service, makes, me nervousBlessed are the penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookersO Lord, Why have you forsaken me?I have tended my own garden much too long