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