Lyrics:

Her mother's standing at the kitchen range
She's in her room, learning for the next school day

She hears the keys at the entrance-door
She knows her mother's looking scared
Daddy's coming home, he's breathing hard
He slams the door with a bang
He is drunken again

Screaming voices from behind the door
A hard punch, her mother cries

She hopes he won't come into her room
She would like to run away
The door-handle is going down
She knows he'll touch her again

She would like to die
She would like to die