Tears of Rage
We carried you in our arms
On Independence Day
Ad now you throw us all aside
And put us all away
Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun
Would treat a father so
To wait upon him hand and foot
Yet always answer no
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I always the one who must be a 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 thought that it was nothing more
Than a place for you to stand
And I want you to know that while you walked
And discovered there was no-one true
That I myself really thought
It was just a childish thing to do
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I always the one who must be a 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 was a purse
But oh what kind of love is this
Which goes from bad to worse
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I always the one who must be a thief
Come to me now, you know we're so alone
And life is brief
On Independence Day
Ad now you throw us all aside
And put us all away
Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun
Would treat a father so
To wait upon him hand and foot
Yet always answer no
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I always the one who must be a 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 thought that it was nothing more
Than a place for you to stand
And I want you to know that while you walked
And discovered there was no-one true
That I myself really thought
It was just a childish thing to do
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I always the one who must be a 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 was a purse
But oh what kind of love is this
Which goes from bad to worse
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I always the one who must be a thief
Come to me now, you know we're so alone
And life is brief
Credits
Writer(s): Bob Dylan, Richard Manuel
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