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