The shades go down
Don't call me daughter, not fit to be
Oh, next to a garbage can
The shades go down
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
Never get to fall in love
Do no wrong
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The mother reads aloud, child, tries to understand it
And what she's done with it
The picture kept will remind me
Alone listless breakfast table in an otherwise empty room
Dirties his hands
Tries to make her proud
The picture kept will remind me
She's going to get a hit
Publishers: PICKLED FISH MUSIC, POLYGRAM INT'L MUSIC PUBG GROUP, SCRIBING C-MENT SONGS, WRITE TREATAGE MUSIC
Don't call me
The picture kept will remind me
Songwriters: Dave Abbruzzese, Jeff Ament, Stone Gossard, Mike Mccready, Eddie Vedder
Police man, police man
Young girl, violin's center of her own attention
The picture kept will remind me
The white male American
Never get to be cool
With a baby in her hand
So clean cut
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
That's one more kid
A big hand slapped
She hates her life
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
It comes right off
She will rise above
He won the lottery
The shades go down, into her head
That'll never go to school
Under an old street light
The shades go down
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
Now she's put her kid away
I see a girl of the night
She holds the hand that holds her down
Don't call me
Painted room, can't deny there's something wrong
That's one more kid
The picture kept will remind me
The shades go down
That'll never go to school
When he was born
Never get to be cool
Never get to fall in love