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¡ª
  Pretentions to anarchy 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