Текст песни: In the Final Reckoning + перевод

I was reading my shadow the comic strips

When the door blew open and a famous business man appeared in the door

«I said it’s not a great time for me sir

It’s raining in my kitchen and I have endless potatoes to peel»

I was squeezed in the back of a yellow cab

Between ruin and fate

Both armed to the teeth and more beneath

And at the end of a dusty road

They made me sign my name

With a butcher’s knife into the tree of life

In the final reckoning

Will there be many phones that ring?

How will we watch it?

How will we go?

Will it be fire or snow?

I’ve been sitting here on the rotten stump

Of Washington’s cherry tree

Another portal for the lost immortals

And I’ve been staring at the other side

Like a kid at a keyhole of all the things that tomorrow brings

Is there still hope for you and me?

I’ve been meaning to talk to you

About all the ways to escape the maze

And the hatred and the greed

And the fires of madness

And the kitchen knives of suburban wives

In the final reckoning

Will there be many phones that ring?

How will we watch it?

How will we go?

Will it be fire or snow?

I was reading my shadow the comic strip

When out of the sky it came…

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