We were watching TV
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 a shiny hair
She was a daughter of an engineer

Won't you shed a tear
For my yellow rose
My yellow rose

In her bloodstained clothes
She had a 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 almond eyes
She had yellow thighs
She was a daughter af 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

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
Did we do anything after this

I've 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 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 Kankabono

She is different from the Aztec
And from the Cherokee
She's everybody's sister
She's a 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.