Howard Jones Assault Battery lyrics

The lives were taken

For feasts at the table

A life of misery

Ending with a shock



Brutal murder (brutal murder)

All hands to the slaughter

Mass torture

All hands to the knife



And I can hear the screams

With the knife, the jolt, the wring

They must follow in our dreams

Carrying a twisted sting



Childrens stories with their farmyard favourites

At the table in a different disguise



Dont talk to me of health

Or something someone else will do

Were talking about the act

Of taking life for me and you

And I hear their screams