Reckoning Day - The Rainmakers

Well I was thinking about Abraham Lincoln

And the enemies of the truth

But I could not tell a Kennedy

From a John Wilkes Booth

Out of my way, out of my way

Out of my way, hot rocking on Reckoning Day

And I feel like picking a fight

With anybody who claims they’re right

All the preacher men, the politicians

All the critics and the things they right

And this is a call to arms

This is a call to hands

This is a call to the voices and the minds

Of the people in every land

And we’re taking the history test

Who’s baddest and who is best

(A) Lennon the brother

(B) Lennon the sisters

© Lenin the communist

Reckoning Day, put the money in the mattress

Reckoning Day, put your pennies where they count

Reckoning Day, nothing left to believe in

Nothing to doubt, nothing left to wait for

And getting him to tell the truth

Was like pulling the wisdom tooth

And though he never would admit it

Everybody knew he did it

When he burned down the voting booth

Out of my way, out of my way

And we are the immigrant flock

Shipwrecked on Plymouth Rock

From the Monitor and the Merrimac

From the Thresher and the Pueblo and the Titanic