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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
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