Blessed - Live at Lincoln Center, New York City, NY - January 1967

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
 And 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