Lyrics:

Children yet to be born

Don't you mourn me now

'Cause the crows are in the corn

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



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, 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



And the wildman brings

His wild man things

While the press keeps

Pressing on the pressure king

And the drums are beating

Everywhere by now

Lay it down, lay it down

Lay it down