Saddle Magic vs Larry Lopez & the Spiders From Mars!

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 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 kettle drum
Voices call and voices crying, some are born and some are dying
Its 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 throne, and at his feet they will cast the 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 singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum
Voices call and voices crying, some are born and some are dying
Its 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

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And it's name it said on him was Death
And Hell followed with him.

- Johnny Cash -