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When The Man Comes Around 
Medium
by Johnny Cash
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There's a man going around taking names
And he decides who to and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder down
the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you of that last offered cup?
Or the potter's ground
the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, crying
Some 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 thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till no shalam, no shalom
Then the hen call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast golden crowns
When the Man comes 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 down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are to the big kettledrum
Voices and voices crying
Some are 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 whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
...
And he decides who to and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder down
the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you of that last offered cup?
Or the potter's ground
the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, crying
Some 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 thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till no shalam, no shalom
Then the hen call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast golden crowns
When the Man comes 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 down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are to the big kettledrum
Voices and voices crying
Some are 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 whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
...
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