Folded flags

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 a second-rate actor
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