To the ground Come and lay, help us lay And we're gonna raze, raze the prisons (Words and Music by Joan Baez) Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name Busted on a drunken charge

Someone save us Heaven help us now Come crashing down We'll hear the sound As you're falling down Or make a saint of me? And will you lay for me? 'Cause I'll give you all the nails you need (You don't know a thing about my sins)