Lyrics:

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