Daughter (Live)

Alone, listless

Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room

Young girl, violins

The center of her own attentions

And now, mother reads aloud

Child tries to understand it

Tries to make her proud, yeah

The shades go down into her head, painted room

Can't deny that 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

They want a lot of me

When he was born, now

But his mother's wide grin still hears tomorrow

Do no wrong

So clean-cut

Dirties his hands, it comes right off

Police man

Police man

Yeah