Lyrics Daughter

alone, listless...breakfast table in an otherwise empty room
young girl, violins...center of her own attention, no, no
mother reads aloud, child tries to understand it
tries to make her proud, yeah
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
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 will never go to school,
never get to fall in love, never get to be cool
that's one more kid that will never go to school,
never get to fall in love, never get to be cool
he won the lotery when he was born, yeah
a big hand slaped the white male american
do no wrong...so clean cut
dirty his hands it comes right off
police man
police man