The Reckoning

Well the fiery five points came from Queen of Babylon

Rotten rapture and lines of lives that came undone

And how cruel 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 señoritas fall and take a knee

For the anthem believe a dark and rising drum

While the cholos in their Chevrolets and mercy streets

And they shine the wall for the bankers and the Bronx

Then they line the halls of the prison it becomes

But maybe we will be free

When the battle lines meet

Maybe they will be one

When the counting is done

And maybe they will be free

When the reckoning comes

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

While the priestess of 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 crown of the apocalypse

As he stamps the truth and slides out onto the stage

Then as the footlights melt the grease paint from his face

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

But maybe we will be free

When the battle lines meet

Maybe they will be one

When the counting is done

Maybe they will be free

When the reckoning comes

When the reckoning comes

When the reckoning comes

When the reckoning comes

Maybe we will be free

When the battle lines meet

Maybe they will be one

When the counting is done

Maybe they will see peace

When the hearts are released

Maybe they'll reach true sun

When the gauntlet is run

Maybe they will be free

When the reckoning comes

When the reckoning comes

When the reckoning comes