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