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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
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in sup
Will you partake of that cup?
Or disappear the potter's ground
When the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
are to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen call his chickens home
The wise man bow down before the thrown
And at His they'll cast their crowns
When the Man around
is let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
the Man comes around
the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
are and some are dying
It's and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
...
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in sup
Will you partake of that cup?
Or disappear the potter's ground
When the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
are to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen call his chickens home
The wise man bow down before the thrown
And at His they'll cast their crowns
When the Man around
is let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
the Man comes around
the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
are and some are dying
It's and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
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