We carried you in our arms   On Independence Day   And now you'll throw us all aside   And put us all away      Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun   Could treat a 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 low   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 low   And life is brief      We pointed you the way to go   And scratched your name in sand   Though you thought it was nothing more   Than a place for you to stand      I want you to know that while we watched   You discovered that 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 low   And life is brief