Daughter Lyrics

Alone listless breakfast table in an otherwise empty room Young girl, violin's center of her own attention The mother reads aloud, child, tries to understand it Tries to make her proud The shades go down, into her head Painted room, can't deny there's something wrong
Don't call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me Don't call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me Don't call me
She holds the hand that holds her down She will rise above
Don't call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me Don't call me daughter, not fit to be The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me Don't call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me Don't call me
The shades go down The shades go down The shades go down The shades go down
I see a girl of the night With a baby in her hand Under an old street light Oh, next to a garbage can
Now she's put her kid away She's going to get a hit She hates her life And what she's done with it
That's one more kid That'll never go to school Never get to fall in love Never get to be cool
That's one more kid That'll never go to school Never get to fall in love Never get to be cool
He won the lottery When he was born A big hand slapped The white male American
Do no wrong So clean cut Dirties his hands It comes right off Police man, police man