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
Come on down & meet your maker
Come on down & make THE STAND
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
Come on down & meet your maker
Come on down & 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, hats bowed down in grace
A simple wooden cross, it had no epitaph engraved
Come on down & meet your maker
Come on down & make THE STAND
Come roll out the red carpet, bugler sound the horn
The hero is returning you’ve got to welcome him to his home
Don’t say I didn’t warn you this prophecy is coming true
I can hear cavalry thundering, Riding over the hill
Come on down & meet your maker
Come on down & make THE STAND