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