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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 will be a golden ladder hanging down.
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...hangingdown----3Whentheman comesaround-
The hair's on you arm will stand up.
At the terror of his sip and in his sup.
Will you pertake 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 marchin'to the big Kettle drum.
Voices callin' voices cryin'
Some are born and some are dyin'
It's Alpha and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwinds are in the thorn trees
The Virgins are all trimming their wicks.
And the whirlwinds are in the thorn trees.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
Till Armageddon No shalom No shalom.
And the father will call his chickens home.
The wise men will bow before the throne.
And at his feet they will cast the golden crown
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.
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 the big Kettle drum.
Voices callin' voices cryin'
Some are born and some are dyin'
It's Alpha and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwinds are in the thorn trees
The Virgins are all trimming their wicks.
And the whirlwinds are in the thorn trees.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
In measure hundred weight and coming down.
When the man comes around
Finale :
(supprime les barrés)