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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
won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around
The on arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in sup
you partake of last cup?
Or into the potter's ground
the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are 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 is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their 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 his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His they'll cast their crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is let him be still
Whoever is righteous let him be still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
to the words long written down
the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling 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 their wicks
The is in the tree
It's for thee to kick the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man around
...
And he decides who to free and who to blame
won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around
The on arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in sup
you partake of last cup?
Or into the potter's ground
the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are 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 is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their 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 his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His they'll cast their crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is let him be still
Whoever is righteous let him be still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
to the words long written down
the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling 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 their wicks
The is in the tree
It's for thee to kick the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man around
...
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