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