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 ev'rybody 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.