In Tiananmen Square Lost my baby there My yellow rose In her bloodstained clothes.
She was a short order pastry chef In a Dim Sum dive on the Yangtze
tideway She had shiny hair She was the daughter of an
engineer . . . Won’t you shed a tear
For my yellow rose My yellow rose In her bloodstained clothes.
She had perfect breasts She had high hopes She had almond eyes She had yellow thighs She was a student of philosophy
. . . . Won’t you grieve with me
For my yellow rose
Shed a tear
For her bloodstained clothes.
She had shiny hair She had perfect breasts She had high hopes She had almond eyes She had yellow thighs She was the daughter of an
engineer.
So get out your pistols Get out your stones Get out your knives, Cut them to the bone. They are the lackies of the
grocer’s machine.
They built the dark satanic mills That manufacture hell on earth They bought the front row seats
on Calvary They are irrelevent to me.
And I grieve for my sister . . .
. . . . .
[People of China Do not forget do not forget The children who died for you Long live the Republic]
We were watching TV Watching TV We were watching TV Watching TV
She wore a white bandanna that
said freedom now She thought the Great Wall of
China would come tumbling down She was a student Her father was an engineer . . . Won’t you shed a tear
For my yellow rose My yellow rose In her bloodstained clothes.
Her grandpa fought old Chiang
Kai-shek That no-good low-down dirty rat Who used to order his troops to
fire on the women and children. Imagine that.
Imagine that.
And in the spring of '48 Mao Tse Tung got quite irate And he kicked that old dictator
Chiang Out of the state Of China.
Chiang Kai-shek came down to
Formosa And they armed the island of
Quemoy And the shells were flyin across
the China Sea And they turned Formosa into a
shoe factory called Taiwan.
And she is different from
Cro-Magnon Man She’s different from Anne Boleyn She’s different from the
Rosenbergs And from the unknown Jew
She is different from the
unknown Nicaraguan Half superstar half victim She’s a victor star,
conceptually new.
And she is different from the
Dodo And from the Kankabono She is different from the Aztec And from the Cherokee
She’s everybody’s sister She’s symbolic of our failure She’s the one in fifty million Who can help us to be free.