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 and 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.