Howard Jones - Assault & Battery Lyrics
The lives were takenFor feasts at the tableA life of miseryEnding with a shockBrutal murder (brutal murder)All hands to the slaughterMass tortureAll hands to the knifeAnd I can hear the screamsWith the knife, the jolt, the wringThey must follow in our dreamsCarrying a twisted stingChildrens stories with their farmyard favouritesAt the table in a different disguiseDont talk to me of healthOr something someone else will doWere talking about the actOf taking life for me and youAnd I hear their screams