Simon And Garfunkel. Blessed. Zeneszám

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 so ohh, for the last night or so
Aah, 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 your

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, I have tended my own garden
In much too long