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