Let The Records Play

When the Kingdom comes, he puts his records on and with his blistered thumb hits play

And with the volume up he goes and fills his cup and lets the drummer's drum take away

The pain, the pain

Breaking, forsaken

What's that you're taking?

Aaw, needing the feeling

He lets the records play

Should the future dim a cigarette lights hymn vaporized a green light grin

And when the shot glass talks he knows to listen up until he's nice and numb again

Shakened, awakened

Not one for faking

Kneeling, his healing

He lets the records play

There's wisdom in his ways

I been down and I fell so hard and far from grace

I been hurt and I still recall the flaws on her face

I been off, but I'm on, up above my feet, my feet again

Shaken, forsaken

What's that your taking?

Aaw, needing the feeling

He lets the records play

Shakened, awakened

Not one for faking

Kneeling, his healing

He lets the records play

Oh, there's wisdom in his ways