Текст песни The Reckoning - Billy Ray Cyrus

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