Assault And Battery — Howard Jones

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

Children's stories with their farmyard favourites At the table in a different disguise

Don't talk to me of health Or something someone else will do We're talking about the act Of taking life for me and you And i hear their screams