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Rock a bye baby
 On the tree top
 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
 And folded flags and pipes
 And drums


I stood in the wings with you
 Our lives in the hands of a second-rate actor
 Holding the high ground
 Of some old stage
 Oh babe, how do these jaded stars get so far away
 Will they catch what the moral had to 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 going
 With that gun in your hand
 You can take your revenge
 But you'll still feel bad
 Bring down the curtain
 This 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

					

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