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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

CHORUS

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

CHORUS

And we're taking the history test
Who's baddest and who is best
(A) Lennon the brother
(B) Lennon the sisters
(C) Lenin the communist

CHORUS

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

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