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