Tears of rage, tears of grief Come to me now, you know Must I always be the thief? We're so low and life is brief 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

Smoking in the dark cinema See the bad go down again And I was gripped by that deadly phantom I followed him through hard jungles As he stalked through the back lots Strangling through the night shades Oh, the thief of life Moved onwards and outwards to