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