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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 treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder down
When the Man around
The hairs on arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in 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, crying
are born and are dying
It's 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 to kick against the pricks
Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen call his chickens home
The wise man bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll their golden crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is let him be righteous still
is filthy let him be filthy still
to the words long written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are to the big kettledrum
calling and voices crying
are 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 tree
It's for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred and penny pound
the Man comes 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 down
When the Man around
The hairs on arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in 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, crying
are born and are dying
It's 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 to kick against the pricks
Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen call his chickens home
The wise man bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll their golden crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is let him be righteous still
is filthy let him be filthy still
to the words long written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are to the big kettledrum
calling and voices crying
are 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 tree
It's for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred and penny pound
the Man comes around
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