Maybe just a good night’s sleep 
Would have changed your troubled mind 
From that rather permanent decision 
So tragic, so unkind 
Now, pain is what you’ve given 
And sleep is what you’ll get 
So far away from that sweet baby child 
Who hardly knew you yet 

Now he’ll grow up to be a fighter 
Full of anger, full of shame 
Like all the other haunted children 
Who wonder why they came 
And he’ll be in and out of trouble 
Until he stands up or he falls 
But there will always be a shadow there 
No matter how it goes 
Damn it, rose 

Is this another cryptic message 
Or some kind of cosmic quiz 
If there’s a lesson to be learned from this 
Well, I don’t know what it is 

You could have given us the finger 
Much more constructively than that 
Now I sit here with the mtv 
And your bloated, burmese cat 
We’re being treated to the wisdom 
Of some puffed up little fart 
Doing exactly what I used to do 
Pretentions to and art 
He speaks the language of a warrior 
He mounts his misinformed attack 
He wears the clothes of a dissenter 
But there’s a logo on his back 
And it’s a hollow rebellion 
As rebellions mostly are 
It’s just another raging tempest in a jar 

And the seasons keep on changing 
And the wind blows hot and cold 
Wish that you were here with us to watch this tide 
As it ebbs and flows 
Damn it, rose