The Reckoning

Pen to paper
Gonna write my will
Scrape my face with a razor
Burn a two dollar bill
I said heaven is wide
But it’s getting real crowded
The devil always knows
Where you’ve been hiding
So come hell
Or high water
But don’t even bother
Make no mistakes
That I’m coming
To take what’s owed to me
For all the thieves that stole it
It’s time for reckoning
Oh yeah
Reckoning
Got a house of mirrors
In my shotgun shack
I got an 18 wheeler
To haul the broken glass