The Man Comes Around

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'll be a golden ladder reaching down When the man comes around The hairs on your arm will stand up At the terror in his sip and in his sup Will you partake of that last offered cup Or disappear into the potters' ground When the man comes around Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers One hundred million angels singing Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum Voices calling voices crying Some are born and some of dying It's Alpha and Omega's kingdome come And the whirlwind is in the thorntree And the virgins are all trimming their wicks The whirlwind is in the thorntree It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks 'Till Armageddon no shalam no shalome 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 crowns 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 Chorus In measured hundred weight and pinning down When the man comes around.