The Reckoning

Well the fiery 5 points came from queen of Babylon

Rotten rapture and lines of lives that came undone

And how cool wind blew their dreams away like paper cups

Now they're bound and bearing the shadows of the gun

Let's sing

And the stranded senioritas fall and take a knee

For the anthem [?] dark and rising drum

While the cholos in their Chevrolets and mercy streets

And the shiny wall for the bankers at the Bronx

Then they line the halls of the prison, it becomes

But maybe then we'll be free

When the battle lines meet

Maybe then we'll be one

When the counting is done

Maybe then we'll be free

When the reckoning comes

So the choir boys hide their voices bruised and out of tune

While the priest is in the harbor rides a wave

And the bar girls drown their choices in their silver spoons

With a junkman's nightmare crashing in their veins

And the rich ride silver horses to their waiting ships

While the poor cry out for justice and cocaine

And they all bow to the new clown of the apocalypse

And he stamps the truth and slides out onto the stage

Then as the footlocks melt the grease paint from his face

It's very hard to tell the master from his slaves

But maybe then we'll be free

When the battle lines meet

Maybe then we'll be one

When the counting is done

Maybe then we'll be free

When the reckoning comes

When the reckoning comes

When the reckoning comes

When the reckoning comes

Maybe then we'll be free

When the battle lines meet

Maybe then we'll be one

When the counting is done

Maybe then we'll see peace

When the hearts are released

Maybe we'll reach true sun

When the gauntlet is run

Maybe then we'll be free

When the reckoning comes

When the reckoning comes

When the reckoning comes