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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 around taking names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
won't be all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each 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 million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's 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 thee to against the pricks
Till no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
is filthy let him be filthy still
to the words written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
are marching to the big kettledrum
calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's 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 hundred and pound
the Man comes around
...
And he decides who to free and who to blame
won't be all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each 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 million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's 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 thee to against the pricks
Till no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
is filthy let him be filthy still
to the words written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
are marching to the big kettledrum
calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's 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 hundred and pound
the Man comes around
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