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