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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 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 comes around
The on your arm will stand up
At the terror in sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last cup?
Or into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born 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 tree
It's for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his home
The wise man will 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
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the long written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's and Omega's come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's hard for to against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and pound
When the Man comes around
...
And he 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 comes around
The on your arm will stand up
At the terror in sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last cup?
Or into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born 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 tree
It's for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his home
The wise man will 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
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the long written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's and Omega's come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's hard for to against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and pound
When the Man comes around
...
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