The Reckoning Lyrics

I phoned you up from Dallas
But your heart was still in marble
And your head
Was reckoning

Your friends are dis-compos-mentis
And like most in leather jackets are
Coveting
Reckoning, reckoning

And you're sleeping with some hippie half-wit
Who thinks, he's Mr. Mark Smith
Reckoning
Beckoning, reckoning, reckoning

I'm left alone in Europe
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Wandering
Wandering

And it's evil that you spark off
In disguise as basic truth
Listening
Listening, listening

Reckoning
Reckoning
Reckoning
Beckoning

Reckoning
Beckoning
Reckoning