Blessed
(专辑: Sounds Of Silence - 1966)
Blessed are the
meek for they shall inherit. Blessed is the
lamb whose blood flows. Blessed are the
sat upon, spat 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 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 are the
penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers. O
Lord, why have you forsaken me? I
have tended my own garden Much too long.