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 pa*ses 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