Daughter

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