The Reckoning کے بول

Mama, rest your mind I found a lover, she's gentle and kind Finally, it's the lasting kind So Mama, rest your mind Mama, calm your nerves It could be so much worse If this love's the devil's curse I don't want your cure If your old good book says it's true Back of your knees locked to the seat of the pew With fierceness painful and pure I will reckon you All you ask for is family Well, I've had your fists, your love, your suffering All these years of coming clean but never heard or seen If your old good book says it's true Back of your knees locked to the seat of the pew With fierceness painful and pure I will reckon you Mama, dry your eyes Forget about the fire Look how my face smiles and shines Can you learn to know your child? If your old good book says it's true Back of your knees locked to the seat of the pew With fierceness painful and pure I will reckon you I will reckon you I will reckon you