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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
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last cup?
Or into the potter's ground
When the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
calling, voices crying
Some are and are dying
It's and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
the hen will call his chickens home
The man will bow down 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 let him be still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
to the words long written down
When the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
are to the big kettledrum
and voices crying
Some are and some 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 tree
It's hard for thee to against the pricks
In measured weight and pound
When 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 reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last cup?
Or into the potter's ground
When the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
calling, voices crying
Some are and are dying
It's and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
the hen will call his chickens home
The man will bow down 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 let him be still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
to the words long written down
When the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
are to the big kettledrum
and voices crying
Some are and some 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 tree
It's hard for thee to against the pricks
In measured weight and pound
When the Man comes around
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