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the man comes around, johnny cash 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 reaching down when the Man comes 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 offered cup? or disappear into the potter's ground when the Man comes around hear the trumpets, hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum voices calling, 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 trimming 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 then the father hen will call his chickens home the wise man will bow down before the thrown and at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns when the Man comes around whoever is unjust 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 long written down when the Man comes around hear the trumpets, hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum voices calling 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 trimming their wicks the whirlwind is in the thorn tree it's hard for thee to kick against the pricks in measured hundred weight and penny pound when the Man comes around. posted by safiri @Sunday, April 03, 2005
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