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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
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reachin' 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
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 reachin' 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 singin'
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum
Voices callin', voices cryin'
Some are born and some are dyin'
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
Is 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
And 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
One hundred million angels singin'
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum
Voices callin', voices cryin'
Some are born and some are dyin'
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
Is 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
And 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
Ah, hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singin'
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum
Voices callin', voices cryin'
Some are born and some are dyin'
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
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the man comes around
Ah, hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singin'
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum
Voices callin', voices cryin'
Some are born and some are dyin'
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
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him
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