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