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, with his worn down cowboy boots
He walked liked no man on Earth I swear he had no name (had no name)
I swear he had no n-ame
As I crawled beneath the searchlights looking through the floorboards of this life
I met doctor Strangelove’s 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 m-arch
~Chorus~
Come on d-own and meet your Maker
Come on d-own and make the stand
Come on d-own, come on down
And make the st-and
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 i-n grace
A simple wooden cross it had no epitaph engraved (it had no)
It had no epit-aph engraved
Come on d-own and meet your Maker
Come on d-own and make the stand
Come on d-own, come on down
Come on down, and make the st-and
Roll out the red carpet
Come bugler sound the horn
The hero is returning
Come welcome him to his home
Don’t say I didn’t warn you
This prophecy’s coming true
The cavalry is thundering
Riding over the hill
Riding over the hill
(Come on d-own and meet your Maker)
(Come on d-own and make the stand)
(Come on d-own, come on down)
~Chorus~
