Tears of Rage (Live at Warfield Theater, San Francisco, CA, 1990)

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 dear daughter 'neath the sun could treat her father so To wait upon him hand and foot, yet always answer "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 brief We pointed out the way to go, and scratched your name in sand But you just thought it was nothing more Than a place for you to stand While we watched and waited for you to find therе was no one true I myself was among thе ones who thought It was a childish thing to do 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 brief It was all so very painless when you went [ran] 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 must I always be the thief? Come to me now, you know we're so alone And life is brief Come to me now You know we're so alone And life is brief