Pulp – The Man Comes Around (Guitar)
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Chords
[Intro]
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And I heard, as it were the noise of thunder
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One of the four beasts saying, - 'Come and see'
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And I saw - and behold - a white horse
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[Verse 1]
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C5 C5 There's a man goin' 'round takin' names C5 C5 And he decides who to free and who to blame C5 C5 Everybody won't be treated all the same C5 Am C5 There'll be a golden ladder reachin' down C5 C5 When the man comes around C5 C5 The hairs on your arm will stand up C5 C5 At the terror in each sip and in each sup C5 C5 Will you partake of that last offerеd cup C5 Am F Or disappear into the potter's ground? C C5 C5 Whеn the man comes around
[Chorus]
C5 C Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers C5 C One hundred million angels singin' C5 F C G Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum G5 G Voices callin', voices cryin' G5 G Some are born and some are dyin' G C It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come F C And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree C5 C5 The virgins are all trimming their wicks F C Is the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
[Verse 3]
C5 C5 It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks C5 C5 Till Armageddon, no shalam, no shalom C5 C5 Then the father hen will call his chickens home C5 C5 And the wise men will bow down before the throne C5 Am F And at his feet, they'll cast their golden crowns G C5 When the man comes around C5 C5 Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still C5 C5 Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still C5 C5 Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still C5 C5 Am Listen to the words long written down F G C5 C5 When the man comes around
[Chorus]
C5 C Ah, hear the trumpets, hear the pipers C5 C One hundred million angels singin' C5 F C G Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum G5 G Voices callin', voices cryin' G5 G Some are born and some are dyin' G C It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come F C And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree C5 C5 The virgins are all trimming their wicks F C Is the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
[Bridge]
C5 C5 It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks C5 C5 It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks C5 Kick against the pricks C5 Kick against the pricks C5 Kick against the pricks C5 Kick against the pricks C5 Kick against the pricks C5 Kick against the pricks C5 Kick against the pricks C5 Kick against the pricks C5 Kick against the pricks C5 Kick against the pricks C5 Kick against the pricks C5 Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha C5 Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha C5 Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha C5 Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
[Outro]
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And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
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And I looked, and behold a pale horse:
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And his name that sat on him was Death
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And Hell followed with him