[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