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