Well the fiery five 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 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 the shiny 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
Yeah, 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 down
to the new crown of the apocalypse
As he stabs 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 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
(Reckoning, when the reckoning comes)
When the reckoning comes
(Reckoning, when the reckoning comes)
When the reckoning comes
(Reckoning, 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 we'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