Intro :
B lessed are the meek for t hey s hall inh erit.
B lessed is the lamb whose bl ood fl ows.
B lessed are the sat upon Spat upon R atted o n
O Lord Why h ave you f orsaken m e?
I got no place to go
I 've walked around Soho for the last night or so.
A h but it doesn't matter no.
B lessed is the land and the k ingd om.
B lessed is the man whose s oul belon gs to.
B lessed are the meth drinkers Pot sellers I llus ion dwel lers.
O Lord Why h ave you f orsaken m e?
M y words trickle down like a wound
T hat I have no intention to heal.
B lessed are the stained glass w indo w pane glas s.
B lessed is the church service m akes me ne rvous
B lessed are the penny rookers Cheap hookers G roovy l ooke rs.
O Lord Why have y ou forsaken m e?
I have tended my own garden
M uch too long.