D G F#m Em D Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit. D G F#m Em D G Blessed is the lamb whose blood flo--o--ows. D C G D Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted o-on, F#m Em G D Am O Lord, why have you forsaken me? Bm I got no place to go, Am I've walked around Soho for the last night or so. Bm Am D 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? Bm My words trickle down, like a wound Am D 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? Bm Am I, I have tended my own garden D Much too long. -
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