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 lackeys 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 irrelevant to me
  But I grieve for my sister
  People of China
  Do not forget do not forget
  The children who died for you
  Long live the Republic
  Did we do anything after this
  I've a feeling we did
  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 in Formosa
  And they armed the island of Quemoy
  And the shells were flying 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 is 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 Kankanbono
  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
  Because she died on TV
  And I grieve for my sister