When the kingdom comes he puts the records on

And with his blistered thumb hits play

And with the volume up he goes and fills his cup

And lets the drummer drum take away the pain, the pain

Breaking, forsaken, what's that you're taken?

Bleeding the feeling, he lets the records play

I should the future dim

The cigarette light's in

The vaporizer green light grim

And when the shot glass talks he goes to listens up

Until he's nice and numb again, again

Shaken, the breaking, not one for faking

The reeling is healing, he lets the records play,

There's wisdom in his ways

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

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

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

Shaken, forsaken, what's that you're taking?

Oh! the weeding, the feeling, he lets the records play

Shaken but breaking, not one for faking oh!

The reeling is healing, he lets the records play!

Oh, there's wisdom in his ways