Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit
   Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows
   Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, 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
   Like a wound that I have no intention to heal
  
   Blessed are the stained glassed, window pane glass
   Blessed is the church service makes me nervous
   Blessed are the penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers
   Oh Lord, why have you forsaken me?
  
   I have tended my own garden much too long