sein letzter großer song

The Man Comes Around

There’s a man going round, taking names / And he decides who to free and who to blame / Everybody will be treated all the same / There’ll be a golden letter 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 kettle drum. / 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, and 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 men will bow down before the throne / 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. // In measured hundredweight and penny pound / When the Man comes around.

„The Man comes around“ erschien 2002