The stand Songtext

von Mike Peters

Come on down
And meet your maker
Come on down
And make the Stand

Oh, I have been out searching
With this black book in my hand
And I've looked between
The lines that lie on the pages
That I've 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
Swear he had no name

Come on down
And meet your maker
Come on down
And make the Stand
Come on down
Come on down
Come on down
We'll 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 down
And meet your maker
Come on down
And make the Stand
Come on down
Come on down
Come on down
We'll 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
Got their hats bowed down in grace
A simple wooden cross
Had no epitaph engraved
Epitaph engraved

Come on down
And meet your maker
Come on down
And make the Stand
Come on down
Come on down
Come on down
We'll make the Stand

Come roll out the red carpet
Come bugler sound the horn
For the hero is returning
Gotta welcome him to his home
Don't say I didn't warn you
This prophesy is coming true
I can hear the cavalry thundering
Riding over the hill
Riding over the hill

Come on down
And meet your maker
Come on down
And make the Stand
Come on down
Come on down
Come on

Come on down
And meet your maker
Come on down
And make the Stand
Come on down
Come on down
Come on down
We'll make the Stand