Blessed - The Tremeloes

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit

Blessed is the lamb, whose blood flows

Blessed are the sat upon, the spat upon, the ratted on

Oh, 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

Oh, 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 is the penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers

Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me?

I, I have tended my own garden

Much too long