Johnny Cash - The Man Comes Around Lyrics
There's a man going around taking namesAnd he decides who to free and who to blameEverybody won't be treated all the sameThere'll be a golden ladder reaching downWhen the Man comes aroundThe hairs on your arm will stand upAt the terror in each sip and in each supWill you partake of that last offered cup?Or disappear into the potter's groundWhen the Man comes aroundHear the trumpets, hear the pipersOne hundred million angels singingMultitudes are marching to the big kettledrumVoices calling, voices cryingSome are born and some are dyingIt's Alpha and Omega's kingdom comeAnd the whirlwind is in the thorn treeThe virgins are all trimming their wicksThe whirlwind is in the thorn treeIt's hard for thee to kick against the pricksTill Armageddon no shalam, no shalomThen the father hen will call his chickens homeThe wise man will bow down before the thrownAnd at His feet they'll cast their golden crownsWhen the Man comes aroundWhoever is unjust let him be unjust stillWhoever is righteous let him be righteous stillWhoever is filthy let him be filthy stillListen to the words long written downWhen the Man comes aroundHear the trumpets, hear the pipersOne hundred million angels singingMultitudes are marching to the big kettledrumVoices calling and voices cryingSome are born and some are dyingIt's Alpha and Omega's kingdom comeAnd the whirlwind is in the thorn treeThe virgins are all trimming their wicksThe whirlwind is in the thorn treeIt's hard for thee to kick against the pricksIn measured hundred weight and penny poundWhen the Man comes arou
