Rock a bye baby   On the tree top   When the wind blows   The cradle will rock   And babe, hate to see you fall that way   Better speak to the palace than to be today      Hey Joe, where you goin'   With that gun in your hand?   You can take your revenge   But you'll still feel bad   There must be more to life than lucky strikes   And some unlucky ones   And folded flags and pipes   And drums      I stood in the wings with you   Our lives in the hands of a second-rate actor   Holding the high ground   On some old stage   And babe, how do these cheated stores get so far away   Will they catch you at the bottom      Hey Joe, where you goin'   With that dogma in your head?   You can prove your point,   But your kids will still be dead   Bring down the curtain   The soap opera must surely close   Before the cold wind blows      Hey Joe, where you goin'   with that gun in your hand   You can take your revenge   But you'll still feel bad   Bring down the curtain   The show must close   Before the cold wind blows      So rock a bye baby   On the tree top   When the wind blows   The cradle will rock   There must be more to life than lucky strikes   And some unlucky ones   And folded flags and pipes   And drums