[Verse 1] The lunar marquee is moving But will it change the fate of a woman? Now the headline talks of s** and rage and pain I'll clap with a gun in my hand I'll laugh while I dress as a dead man No one but the deaf to blame While they write to you Queen of records Tape me, lay me, k** me, then bill me [Chorus] Leave me, petty daughter Born dishonored Leave me, petty daughter
Thank your father [Verse 2] "C-L-D" That inner Sheba, asleep Worship while burning for all to see Bricks will be thrown until The scheme has been abruptly exposed The man without regret tells us to forget But I know [Break] I don't believe you Make your decision, please [Chorus] Leave me, petty daughter Born dishonored Leave me, petty daughter Thank your father