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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 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 sip and in sup
Will you of that last cup?
Or disappear 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
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's and Omega's come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's for thee to kick against the pricks
Till no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The man will bow down before the thrown
And at His they'll their golden crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever 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 hundred million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices and voices crying
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 their wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured weight and pound
When the Man around
...
And he 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 sip and in sup
Will you of that last cup?
Or disappear 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
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's and Omega's come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's for thee to kick against the pricks
Till no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The man will bow down before the thrown
And at His they'll their golden crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever 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 hundred million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices and voices crying
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 their wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured weight and pound
When the Man around
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