When 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 goin' 'round takin' names. An' 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. For 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 singin'.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices
cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'. It's Alpha's 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 Shalom. Then the father hen will call
his chickens home. The wise men will bow down before the throne. And at
his feet they'll cast their 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 still.
Listen to the words long written down, When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'.
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices
cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'. It's Alpha's 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.
In measured hundredweight and penny pound. 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.
