We carried you in our arms on Independence Day
And now you throw us all aside and put us all away
Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun could treat her father so
To wait upon him hand and foot, yet 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

It was all so very painless when you ran 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
Why must I always be the thief
Come to me now, you know we're so alone
And life is brief

We pointed you 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
I want you to know that while we watched you discover no one would be true
That I myself was among the ones who thought it was just 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