Folded Flags Lyrics - Roger Waters

Rock a bye baby 

On the tree top 

When the wind blows 

The cradle will rock 

Oooh 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 center stage 

Oooh 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 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