The Man Comes Around

And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying: "Come and see."
And I saw
And behold, a white horse
C
There's a man goin' round takin' names
C
And he decides who to free and who to blame
C
Everybody won't be treated  all the same
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There'll be a golden ladder reaching down

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   When the man comes around
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The hairs on your arm will stand up
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At the terror in each sip  and in each sup
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Will you partake of that last offered cup?
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Or disappear into the potters' ground

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   When the man comes around
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Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
C
One hundred million angels singing
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Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
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Voices calling, voices crying
G
Some are born and some of dying
                                C
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
        F                    C
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
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And the virgins are all trimming their wicks
    F                   C
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
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It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
  C
'Till Armageddon no shalam no shalom
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Then the father-hen will call his chickens home
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The wise men will bow down before the throne
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And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns

F           G           C
   When the man comes around
C
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
C
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
C
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
C                                Am
Listen to the words long written down

F           G           C
   When the man comes around
C                             G
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
C                             G
One hundred million angels singing
C                              F   C       G
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
G
Voices calling and voices crying
G
Some are born and some are dying
G                               C
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
        F                    C
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
C
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
    F                    C
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
C
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
C                                    Am
In measured hundred weight and penny pound

F           G           C
   When the man comes around
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold: a pale horse
And his name, that sat on him, was Death
And Hell followed with him