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