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