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Rock-a-bye baby on the treetop

When the wind blows the cradle will rock

Oh babe, hate to see you fall that way

Better speak to the Powers That 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,

Folded flags and pipes and drums

I stood in the wings with you, our lives in the hands of a second-rate actor

Held on the high ground of some big stage

Oh babe, how do these jaded stars get so far away?

Will they catch what the other actors say?

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, this 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, this soap opera must surely close

Before the cold wind blows

So rock-a-bye babe on the treetop

When the wind blows the cradle will rock

There must be more to life than Lucky Strikes and some unlucky ones,

Folded flags and pipes and drums