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 selfIncarnation of Christ

Now the lungs of the universe

Are the lungs of my soul

I can feel it, I can sense itHallelujah, 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 soulMonday morning, I open a beer

And light a cigar

Put my pen to paper

And write, "I hate you all"