Johnny Cash 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 There s a man going around taking 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 in each sup Will you partake 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 marching to the big kettledrum Voices calling, voices crying Some are born and some are dying It s Alpha and Omega s kingdom come And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree The virgins are all trimming their wicks The whirlwind is in the thorn tree It s hard for thee to kick against the pricks Till Armageddon no shalam, no br, br,