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