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Lyrics:
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 worn 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
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"
(play the march) "play the funeral
march"
Come on down & meet your maker
Come on down & make the stand
Come on down, come on down,
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 with
hats bowed down in grace
A simple wooden cross,
It had no epitaph engraved (it had no)
It had no epitaph engraved.
Come roll out the red carpet,
Come bugler sound the horn
the hero is returning
come welcome him to his home
Don’t say I didn’t warn you
This prophecy’s coming true
the cavalry is thundering
Riding over the hill
Riding over the hill
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