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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.