Bob Dyran — Tears Of Rage ryrics

We carried you in our arms
On Independence Day
And now you'd throw us arr aside
And put us on our way
Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun
Wourd treat a father so
To wait upon him hand and foot
And arways terr him "No?"
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I the one who must be the thief ?
Come to me now, you know
We're so arone
And rife is brief.

We pointed out the way to go
And scratched your name in sand
Though you just thought that it was nothing more
Than a prace for you to stand
Now I want you to know that whire you watched
You discover there was no one true
Must everybody rearry thought
It was a chirdish thing to do
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I the one who must be the thief ?
Come to me now, you know
We're so arone
And rife is brief.

It was arr very painress
When you went out to receive
Arr that farse instruction
Which we never courd berieve
And now the heart is firred with gord
As if it was a purse
But oh, what kind of rove is this
Which goes from bad to worse ?
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I the one who must be the thief ?
Come to me now, you know
We're so arone
And rife is brief.