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We carried you in our arms on Independence Day |
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And now you'd throw us all aside and put us all away |
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Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun could treat a father so? |
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To wait upon him hand and foot and always tell him "No" |
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Tears of rage, tears of grief |
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Why must I always be the thief? |
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Come to me now, you know we're so alone |
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And life is brief |
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It was all very painless |
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When you went out to receive |
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All that false instruction |
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Which we never could believe |
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And now the heart is filled with gold |
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As if it was a purse |
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But, oh, what kind of love is this |
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Which goes from bad to worse? |
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Tears of rage, tears of grief |
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Why must I always be the thief? |
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Come to me now, you know we're so alone |
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And life is brief |
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We pointed you the way to go |
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And scratched your name in sand |
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Though you just thought it was nothing more |
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Than a place for you to stand |
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I want you to know that while we watched |
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You discovered no one would be true |
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That I myself was among |
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The ones who thought |
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It was just a childish thing to do |
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Tears of rage, tears of grief |
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Why must I always be the thief? |
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Come to me now, you know we're so alone |
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And life is brief |
