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