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When The Man Comes Around 
Medium
by Johnny Cash
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There's a man going taking names
And he decides who to 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 hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
are marching 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 against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen call his chickens home
The wise man will bow before the thrown
And at His they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is let him be unjust still
is righteous let him be still
is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words written down
When the Man comes around
the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
and 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 trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against 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 ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
are marching 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 against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen call his chickens home
The wise man will bow before the thrown
And at His they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is let him be unjust still
is righteous let him be still
is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words written down
When the Man comes around
the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
and 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 trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
the Man comes around
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