Blessed

Loaded as the sun above I dig myself Drinking washes the gray away It kissed my brain Smoking makes me catch my breath I feel alone Now I feel my inner self Incarnation of Christ Now the lungs of the universe Are the lungs of my soul I can feel it I can sense it Hallelujah Bless my soul Monday morning you enter hell Not me I'm not a fool, no I'm not a whore Haven't sold my soul Monday morning I open a beer And light a cigarr Put my pen to paper and write I hate you all --- Blessed - Spiritual Beggars