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