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 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 brief We 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 stand Now, 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 do 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 It was all very painless When you went out to receive All that false instruction Which 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 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