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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 names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be all the same
There'll be a golden reaching down
the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are and some are dying
It's and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The are all trimming wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick 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 golden crowns
the Man comes around
is unjust let him be still
Whoever is let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be still
Listen to the words long down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
and voices crying
are born and are dying
It's and Omega's kingdom come
And the is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick the pricks
In hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man around
...
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be all the same
There'll be a golden reaching down
the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are and some are dying
It's and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The are all trimming wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick 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 golden crowns
the Man comes around
is unjust let him be still
Whoever is let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be still
Listen to the words long down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
and voices crying
are born and are dying
It's and Omega's kingdom come
And the is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick the pricks
In hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man around
...
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