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