There's a man going around taking names and he decides Who to free and who to blame every body won't be treated Quite the same there will be a golden ladder reaching down
When the man comes around
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum Voices calling and voices crying Some are born and some are dying
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks ..... When the man comes around