The Stand


        I have been out searching with the black book in my hand
        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 like no man on earth I 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, and make the stand

        As I crawled beneath the searchlights looking through the
          floorboards
          of this life
        I met doctor strangegloves cousin he bore the marks of time
        "Hey! trashcan where you going boy your eyes are feet apart
        Is that the end your carrying shall I 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, I will make the stand

        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 of the window on the hardship that struck
        I saw seven phials open the plague claimed father and son
        Four men at a grave in silence with hats bowed down in grace
        A simple wooden cross, it had no epitah engraved

        Come roll out the red carpet bugler sound the horm
        The hero is returning you've got to welcome him to his home
        Don't say I didn't warn you this prophecy's coming true
        A cavalry is thundering a riding over the hill


                                The Alarm, Declaration / Standards
                                File written by Wizard