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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 down
When the Man around
The on arm will up
At the in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, 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 Alpha and Omega's come
And the is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against 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 feet they'll cast crowns
the Man around
Whoever is let him be unjust still
Whoever is let him be righteous still
Whoever is let him be filthy still
to the words written down
the Man 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 kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's for to kick the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
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 down
When the Man around
The on arm will up
At the in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, 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 Alpha and Omega's come
And the is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against 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 feet they'll cast crowns
the Man around
Whoever is let him be unjust still
Whoever is let him be righteous still
Whoever is let him be filthy still
to the words written down
the Man 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 kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's for to kick the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
the Man comes around
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