More songs by Pulp
Description
Studio Musician: Adam Betts
Studio Musician: Andrew McKinney
Associated Performer: Candida Doyle
Studio Musician: Emma Smith
Associated Performer: Jarvis Cocker
Mixing Engineer, Studio Musician: Jason Buckle
Associated Performer: Mark Webber
Mastering Engineer: Matt Colton
Associated Performer: Nick Banks
Producer: Pulp
Studio Musician: Rich Jones
Composer Lyricist: John R Cash
Lyrics and translation
Original
And I heard, as it were the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying, "Come and see"
And I saw, and behold a white horse
There's a man goin' 'round takin' 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 offerеd cup
Or disappear into the potter's ground?
Whеn the man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singin'
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum
Voices callin', voices cryin'
Some are born, some are dyin'
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimmin' their wicks
Is the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
'Til Armageddon, no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
And 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
Ah, hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singin'
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum
Voices callin', voices cryin'
Some are born and some are dyin'
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
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was "Death"
And Hell followed with him
English translation
And I heard, as it were the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying, "Come and see"
And I saw, and behold a white horse
There's a man goin' 'round takin' 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 offerеd cup
Or disappear into the potter's ground?
Whеn the man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singin'
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum
Voices callin', voices cryin'
Some are born, some are dyin'
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimmin' their wicks
Is the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
'Til Armageddon, no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
And 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
Ah, hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singin'
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum
Voices callin', voices cryin'
Some are born and some are dyin'
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
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
Kick against the pricks
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was "Death"
And Hell followed with him