We carried you in our arms on Independence Day
And now you'd 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 and always tell him "No"
 [bad word] )
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why must I always be the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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?
 [bad word] 

We pointed you 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
I want you to know that while we watched
You discovered no one would be [bad word] And I myself was among
The ones who thought
It was just a childish thing to do