Johnny's home drunk again quoting from "The rights of man", it's midnight Working late, job he hates, rage he can't communicate inside him Susan's roused from her bed to frozen kitchen, silent without protest Half asleep, food on stove, threat and insults, a rain of blows screaming hell Oh you feel the shame, oh you feel the pain When there's nothing you can do you carry it with you Susan tries her best to hide, the blues and purples around her eyes with make up She gets the kids dressed for school, they all pretend, it never happened Little children bury deep, awful sectrets they must keep inside them Damaged daughters, damaged sons, river of pain in every one Oh you feel the shame, oh you feel the pain When there's nothing you can do you carry it with you When there's nothing you can do you carry it with you Oh you feel the shame, oh you feel the pain When there's nothing you can do you carry it with you When there's nothing you can do you carry it with you When there's nothing you can do you carry it with you