In the Final Reckoning

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...