A, Bm, C, E, Em, G, Gbm
Lonely, listless, breathless, stable in the wonderous empty room.
Young girl, violence, centered on her own detentions.
Mother is a loud child, trying to understand them, trying to make her proud.
The shares go down and then to him, and to whom, can't deny there's something wrong.
Don't call me daughter, not fatured, the fatured kept well in my mind.
Don't call me daughter, LaFayette Joe, LaFayette Joe kept well in my mind.
Don't call me.
She holds her hand and walks it down.
She was washed up by--
Don't call me daughter, LaFayette Joe, LaFayette Joe
Where am I, me, don't call me daughter
Nothing told me the future
Where am I, me, don't call me daughter
Nothing told the future
Where am I, me, don't call me daughter
Nothing told me the future
your gift will remind me. Don't call me. The chains go down. The chains go down. The chains go down.