Oh 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 (had no name)
 I swear he had no name [bad word] on down & meet your maker [bad word] on down & make the stand [bad word] on [bad word] on down, [bad word] on down & 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 march)
 "Play the funeral march" [bad word] on down & meet your maker [bad word] on down & make the stand [bad word] on [bad word] on down, [bad word] on down & we'll make the stand. [bad word] on down & meet your maker [bad word] on down & make the stand [bad word] on [bad word] on down, [bad word] on down, we'll make the stand.

When I looked out the window
 On the hardship that had [bad word] I saw the seven phials open
 The plague claimed man and son
 Four men at a grave in silence With hats bowed down in grace
 simple wooden cross,
 It had no epitaph engraved (it had no)
 It had no epitaph engraved. [bad word] on down & meet your maker [bad word] on down & make the stand [bad word] on [bad word] on down, [bad word] on and make the stand