Daughter - Live at Constitution Hall, Washington, D.C. - September 1998

Alone, listless
Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room
Young girl, violence
The center of her own attention
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
Oooh ooh

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
Oh

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 gonna 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