Blessed Testo

Blessed Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows Blessed are the sat upon spit 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 like 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 are the penny rookers cheap hookers groovy lookers O Lord why have you forsaken me? I have tended my own garden Much too long