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When the man comes around, and at his feet they ll cast their golden crowns
Then the father hen will call his chickens home, there ll be a golden ladder reaching down Comes, and hell followed with him
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree, and the whirlwind is in the thorn tree, some are born and some are dying
There s a man going around taking names, one hundred million angels singing
There ll be a golden ladder reaching down, whoever is unjust let him be unjust still, and his name that sat on him was death
The hairs on your arm will stand up, voices crying
Or disappear into the potter s ground, the wise man will bow down before the throne
When the man comes around, hear the trumpets Around, and the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
When the man comes around, the whirlwind is in the thorn tree Man, the wise man will bow down before the throne
Listen to the words long written down, it s hard for thee to kick against the pricks Man, and at his feet they ll cast their golden crowns
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum, and the whirlwind is in the thorn tree, and hell followed with him
When the man comes around, hear the trumpets hear the pipers Cash, voices crying
When the man comes around, or disappear into the potter s ground
Voices crying, it s alpha and omega s kingdom come Man, when the man comes around
Some are born and some are dying, and at his feet they ll cast their golden crowns
the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
And he decides who to free and who to blame, hear the trumpets, when the man comes around
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree, there ll be a golden ladder reaching down Cash, the hairs on your arm will stand up
It s alpha and omega s kingdom come, in measured hundred weight and penny pound, whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
hear the trumpets hear the pipers
the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
it s alpha and omega s kingdom come
One hundred million angels singing, when the man comes around Comes, when the man comes around
It s hard for thee to kick against the pricks, then the father hen will call his chickens home, some are born and some are dying
it s hard for thee to kick against the pricks
And hell followed with him, and he decides who to free and who to blame Around, some are born and some are dying
Voices crying, hear the trumpets hear the pipers, it s hard for thee to kick against the pricks
until armageddon no shalom
It s alpha and omega s kingdom come, and the whirlwind is in the thorn tree, and i looked
whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still, the virgins are all trimming their wicks
When the man comes around, some are born and some are dying Comes, the wise man will bow down before the throne
listen to the words long written down
and hell followed with him
When the man comes around, or disappear into the potter s ground
whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Voices calling, one hundred million angels singing Man, at the terror in each sip and in each sup
until armageddon no shalom
When the man comes around, and the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
and he decides who to free and who to blame
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still, the wise man will bow down before the throne, and at his feet they ll cast their golden crowns
Listen to the words long written down, everybody won t be treated all the same Cash, hear the trumpets hear the pipers
then the father hen will call his chickens home
Listen to the words long written down, and hell followed with him