Oh I have been out searching with the black book in my handnAnd I've looked between the lines that lie on the pages that I treadnI met the walking dude,religious, in his wom down cowboy bootsnHe walked liked no man on earthnI swear he had no name (had no name)nI swear he had no namennCome on down & meet your makernCome on down & make the standnCome on down, come on down,nCome on down & make the stand.nnAs I crawled beneath the searchlightsnLooking through the floorboards of this lifenI met Doctor Strangeloves cousinnHe bore the marks of timenHey! Trashcan where you going boynYour eyes are feet apartnIs that the end you're carrying Shall I play the funeral march (play the march)nPlay the funeral marchnnCome on down & meet your makernCome on down & make the standnCome on down, come on down,nCome on down & we'll make the stand.nnCome on down & meet your makernCome on down & make the standnCome on down, come on down,nCome on down, we'll make the stand.nnWhen I looked out the windownOn the hardship that had struck I saw the seven phials opennThe plague claimed man and sonnFour men at a grave in silence With hats bowed down in gracenA simple wooden cross,nIt had no epitaph engraved (it had no)nIt had no epitaph engraved.nnCome on down & meet your makernCome on down & make the standnCome on down, come on down,nCome on and make the standnnCome roll out the red carpet come bugler sound the hornnFor the hero is returning gotta welcome him to his housenDon;t say I didn't warn you the prophecy is coming truenI can hear the cavalry thundering riding over the hillnnCome on down & meet your makernCome on down & make the standnCome on down, come on downnCome on down and we'll make the standn