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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 ladder down
the Man comes around
The hairs on arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born 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 tree
It's for to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will his chickens home
The wise man bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll their golden crowns
When the Man around
is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
is filthy let him be still
to the written down
When the Man comes around
the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
are 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 their 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
Everybody won't be all the same
There'll be a ladder down
the Man comes around
The hairs on arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born 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 tree
It's for to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will his chickens home
The wise man bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll their golden crowns
When the Man around
is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
is filthy let him be still
to the written down
When the Man comes around
the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
are 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 their 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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