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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 and who to blame
Everybody won't be all the same
There'll be a golden down
the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of last offered cup?
Or the potter's ground
When 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 whirlwind is in the tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The is in the tree
It's hard for to kick against the pricks
Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen call his chickens home
The wise man bow down the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast golden crowns
When the Man around
Whoever is 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 hundred singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The virgins are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's for thee to kick the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
...
And he who to and who to blame
Everybody won't be all the same
There'll be a golden down
the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of last offered cup?
Or the potter's ground
When 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 whirlwind is in the tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The is in the tree
It's hard for to kick against the pricks
Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen call his chickens home
The wise man bow down the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast golden crowns
When the Man around
Whoever is 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 hundred singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The virgins are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's for thee to kick the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
...
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