Текст песни Howard Jones - Assault And Battery

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 favorites
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 !!!

Life was taken with joy
For a holiday at the table
Life is a mystery
Ends in shock

Brutal murder (brutal murder)
All hands and with emphasis
Mass torture
Sparing no knife

And I hear voices
Knife, blow, bloodshed
It follows in our instincts
Like a sore sting

Children's fairy tales say it for nothing
At the table eating turkey

Don't tell me health
Or something someone else
We're talking about the law
It concerns my life and yours
And I can hear their voices !!!