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When The Man Comes Around 
Medium
by 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 golden ladder reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of last 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 to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The virgins are all their wicks
The is in the tree
It's for to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
the father hen will 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
is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be still
is filthy let him be filthy still
to the words long written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The are all trimming wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured weight 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 golden ladder reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of last 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 to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The virgins are all their wicks
The is in the tree
It's for to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
the father hen will 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
is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be still
is filthy let him be filthy still
to the words long written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The are all trimming wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
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