Alone listless breakfast table in an otherwise empty room

Young girl, violence 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