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