Who robbed the cradle? Who robbed the grave?
Who's the one that asked to be saved?
No, no answer came
I moved to the country that cried of shame
I left my home and found a name
No, nobody could explain
"Have mercy," cried the blacksmith
"How you gonna replace human hands?"
"Found guilty," said the judge
"For not being in demand"
Frozen fingers at the keyboard
Could this be the big reward
No, no answer came
Brought up everybody to see for themselves
They wouldn't believe it from no one else
No, nobody could explain
Dead tongue said the poet
To the daughter of burlesque
Cocteau, Van Gogh and Geronimo
They used up what was left
"Cry wolf," said the martyr
"I don't believe I'm alive"
"You're the hero," said the mute
"And you're bound to survive"
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Who robbed the cradle? Who robbed the grave?
Who's the one that asked to be saved?
No, no answer came
I moved to the country that cried of shame
I left my home and found a name
No, nobody could explain
"Have mercy," cried the blacksmith
"How you gonna replace human hands?"
"Found guilty," said the judge
"For not being in demand"
Frozen fingers at the keyboard
Could this be the big reward
No, no answer came
Brought up everybody to see for themselves
They wouldn't believe it from no one else
No, nobody could explain
Dead tongue said the poet
To the daughter of burlesque
Cocteau, Van Gogh and Geronimo
They used up what was left
"Cry wolf," said the martyr
"I don't believe I'm alive"
"You're the hero," said the mute
"And you're bound to survive"
Who's the one that asked to be saved?
No, no answer came
I moved to the country that cried of shame
I left my home and found a name
No, nobody could explain
"Have mercy," cried the blacksmith
"How you gonna replace human hands?"
"Found guilty," said the judge
"For not being in demand"
Frozen fingers at the keyboard
Could this be the big reward
No, no answer came
Brought up everybody to see for themselves
They wouldn't believe it from no one else
No, nobody could explain
Dead tongue said the poet
To the daughter of burlesque
Cocteau, Van Gogh and Geronimo
They used up what was left
"Cry wolf," said the martyr
"I don't believe I'm alive"
"You're the hero," said the mute
"And you're bound to survive"
Writer: Robbie Robertson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group