| "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" |
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| There's a man going 'round 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 |
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| 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? |
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| 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, 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 |
| Yes, the whirlwind is in the thorn tree |
| It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks |
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| Till Armageddon, no shalam, no shalom |
| Then the father hen will call his chickens home |
| And the wise man will bow down before the throne |
| And at his feet, they'll cast their golden crowns |
| When the man comes around |
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| 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 |
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| Ah, 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, 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 |
| Yeah, the whirlwind is in the thorn tree |
| It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks |
| It's hard to thee to kick against the pricks |
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| 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 |
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| "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" |
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