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