Blessed - Simon & Garfunkel (西蒙和加芬克尔)

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