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There's a man, goin' 'round, takin' 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 each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear, into the potter's ground?
When the man comes around.
(playing notes: the chorus is played without muted strumming pattern of the verse)
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singin'
Multitudes are marchin' to a big kettledrum
Voices callin', voices cryin'
Some are born and some are dyin'
It's Alpha and Omega Kingdom come
(playing notes: only the C/G part is played with the verse strum pattern, and the
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
And the virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalom, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chicken's home
The wise man will bow down before the throne
And at his feet they will cast the 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 marchin' to a big kettledrum
Voices callin', voices cryin'
Some are born and some are dyin'
It's Alpha and Omega Kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
And the virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around.