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When The Man Comes Around 
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de Johnny Cash
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There's a man 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 ladder reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the in each sip and in sup
Will you partake of last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
the Man around
the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are 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 virgins are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the tree
It's for to the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His they'll cast golden crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is let him be unjust still
is righteous let him be still
is let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha 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 for thee to kick against 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 treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the in each sip and in sup
Will you partake of last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
the Man around
the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are 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 virgins are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the tree
It's for to the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His they'll cast golden crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is let him be unjust still
is righteous let him be still
is let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha 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 for thee to kick against the pricks
In hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man around
...
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