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