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 shalom
then the father hen
will call his chickens home
the wise man will bow
down before the thrown
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
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
in measured hundred
weight and penny pound
when the man comes around
