And now you'd throw us
Who thought it was just a childish thing to do
All aside and put us all away
Though you just thought it was nothing more
Which we never could believe
And scratched your name in sand
But, oh, what kind of love is this
And life is brief
When you went out to receive
Yeah, always tell him, "No"
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Than a place for you to stand
We pointed you the way to go
Why must I always be the thief?
And life is brief
Why must I always be the thief?
And now the heart is filled with gold
'Neath the sun could treat a father so?
Come to me now, you know we're so low
You discovered no one would be true
It was all so very painless
I want you to know that while we watched
To wait upon him hand and foot
Oh, what dear daughter
Come to me now, you know we're so low
Tears of rage, tears of grief
And I myself was among the ones
As if it was a purse
Tears of rage, tears of grief
All that false instruction
Come to me now, you know we're so low
Why must I always be the thief?
Which goes from bad to worse?
