Reckoning - (Live) [John Peel Session]

I phoned you up from Dallas
 But your heart was still in marble
 And your head
 Was reckoning
 Your friends are dis-compos-mentis
 And like most in leather jackets are
 Coveting
 Reckoning, reckoning
 And you're sleeping with some hippie half-wit
 Who thinks, he's Mr. Mark Smith
 Reckoning
 Beckoning, reckoning, reckoning
 I'm left alone in Europe
 Consulting an atlas
 Wandering
 Wandering
 And it's evil that you spark off
 In disguise as basic truth
 Listening
 Listening, listening
 Reckoning
 Reckoning
 Reckoning
 Beckoning
 Reckoning
 Beckoning
 Reckoning