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
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 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
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 The shades go down
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 The shades go down
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 The shades go down
 
 The shades go down
 
 Oh
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 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