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
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