Oh I have been 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 wornout converse shoes
He walked like no man on earth
I swear he had no name
I swear he had no name
Come on donw and meet your maker
Come on down and make the stand
Come on down, come on down
Come on down and 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 funeral march
Come on donw and meet your maker
Come on down and make the stand
Come on down, come on down
Come on down and 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 the grave in silence
With hats bowed down in grace
A simple wooden cross
It had no epitaph engraved
It had no epitaph engraved
Come on donw and meet your maker
Come on down and make the stand
Come on down, come on down
Come on down and make the stand