Lay It Down

Children yet to be born, don't you mourn me now

'Cause the crows are in the corn

Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down

Old man's on his porch, his house burning down

When he passes you his torch

Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down

And the young man comes to beat his drums

And the old man sings, "Here it comes, here it comes"

And Newsweek's featured everyone by now

Lay it down now, lay it down now, lay it down

We built this house of cards, we can tear it down

When it hurts don't take it hard

Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down

And the wild man brings his wild man things

And the press keeps pressing on the pressure king

And the drums are beating everywhere by now

Lay it down now, lay it down now, lay it down