See these ragged shoes, the soles are worn straight through,
well I proclaimed
The King has sang the blues, if you've got better news,
than make it play
He layed aside his crown, all our crimes he carried
Was lifted from the ground with our burdens buried
(+ 2nd time)
The shadows all had flown in the light diminished
He emptied out his lungs, crying it is finished
Listen to me, though I speak of sober things
Listen through me, though we're men of lips unclean
I speak truly, what you only think you've heard
Everything, everything, everything hangs on a word
Play 2nd Verse PreChorus and Chorus like the first
A Word
Finish with A (major)