| 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 |
| © 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 |
| CHORUS |