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 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
And folded flags and pipes
And drums
I stood in the wings with you
Our lives in the hands of the second great act
Holding the high ground
On some old 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
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