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When The Man Comes Around 
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de Johnny Cash
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There's a man around names
And he who to free and who to blame
won't be all the same
There'll be a down
the Man around
The hairs on your arm will up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and are dying
It's and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The virgins are all wicks
The whirlwind is in the tree
It's hard for to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
the hen will his chickens home
The wise man bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
the Man comes around
is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is let him be righteous still
Whoever is let him be still
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
the Man comes around
...
And he who to free and who to blame
won't be all the same
There'll be a down
the Man around
The hairs on your arm will up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and are dying
It's and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The virgins are all wicks
The whirlwind is in the tree
It's hard for to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
the hen will his chickens home
The wise man bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
the Man comes around
is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is let him be righteous still
Whoever is let him be still
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
the Man comes around
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