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