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
Driving someone else’s car
The
local midnight sheriff’s claim to
fame
In an
Arizona jail there are
some who tell the tale, how
Billy fought the sergeant for some
milk that he de
manded
Knowing they’d remain the boss
Knowing he would pay the cost
They
saw he was severely repri
manded
In the
blackest cell on
A Block
He
hanged himself at
dawn
With a
note stuck to the
bunk head
Don’t
mess with me, just take me
home
Come and
lay, help us
lay
young Billy
down
Luna was a Mexican the
law calls an alien
For
coming across the border with a
baby and a
wife
Though the
clothes upon his back were wet
Still he thought that he could get
Some
money and things to start a
life
It
hadn’t been too very long when it
seemed like everything went wrong
They
didn’t even have the time to
find themselves a
home
This
foreigner, a brown-skin male
Thrown inside a Texas jail
It
left the wife and baby quite a
lone
He
eased the pain in
side him
With a
needle in his
arm
But the
dope just cruci
fied him
He
died to no one’s great a
larm
Come and
lay, help us
lay
Young Luna
down
And we’re gonna
raze, raze the
prisons
To the
ground
Kilowatt was an aging con of
65 who stood a chance to
stay alive
And leave the joint and
walk the streets
again
As the
time he was to leave drew near
He
suffered all the joy and fear
Of
leaving 35 years in the
pen
And
on the day of his release he
was approached by the police
Who
took him to the warden walking
slowly by his
side
The
warden said “You won’t remain here
But it seems a state retainer
Claims another 10 years of your
life.”
He stepped
out in the Texas
sunlight
The
cops all stood a
round
Old
Kilowatt ran
50 yards
Then
threw himself down on the
ground
They might as
well just have
laid
The old man
down
And we’re gonna
raze, raze the
prisons
To the
ground
Help us
raze, raze the
prisons
To the
ground
