Oh I have been out searching with the black book in my hand

And I've looked between the lines that lie on the pages that I tread

I met the walking dude,religious, in his wom down cowboy boots

He walked liked no man on earth

I swear he had no name (had no name)

I swear he had no name



Come on down & meet your maker

Come on down & make the stand

Come on down, come on down,

Come on down & make the stand.



As I crawled beneath the searchlights

Looking through the floorboards of this life

I met Doctor Strangeloves cousin

He bore the marks of time

"Hey! Trashcan where you going boy

Your eyes are feet apart

Is that the end you're carrying Shall I play the funeral march" (play the march)

"Play the funeral march"



Come on down & meet your maker

Come on down & make the stand

Come on down, come on down,

Come on down & we'll make the stand.



Come on down & meet your maker

Come on down & make the stand

Come on down, come on down,

Come on down, we'll make the stand.



When I looked out the window

On the hardship that had struck I saw the seven phials open

The plague claimed man and son

Four men at a grave in silence With hats bowed down in grace

A simple wooden cross,

It had no epitaph engraved (it had no)

It had no epitaph engraved.



Come on down & meet your maker

Come on down & make the stand

Come on down, come on down,

Come on and make the stand



Come on down & meet your maker

Come on down & make the stand

Come on down, come on down,

Come on down, & we'll make the stand.