the reckoning

Lyrics

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