{Words & Music: Hazel O'Connor}

Red ringed the eyes of the women who cried to the night
Black and possessed are the eyes of the man who drank to no foresight
Then suffer little children, a haunted dream
Bright eyes, scared eyes, a silent scream
Now why'd you make me hit you - he'd say
Leave me alone I hate you - she'd say
Suffer little children, hear and have no say

[CHORUS:]
A leopard can't change his spots
A tiger can't change his stripes
EE-I-addio
Mum and Dad still have their frights

This woman she takes a couple of pills to hide
When there's no place to run you'd better just shut the door inside
Well, riddle me when is a home not a home
When you're twenty floors up and your love has gone
Your love was spent on fairy soap
For hands that do dishes and hang your hopes
On children who in turn look back to you

[CHORUS]

Riddle me when is a home not a home
When you're twenty floors up and your love has gone
Your love was spent on fairy soap
For hands that do dishes and hang your hopes
On children who in turn look back to you