Blessed Lyrics - Spiritual Beggars

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 cigar 

Put my pen to paper 

And write, "I hate you all"