He's working hard from day to day
he's happy when he's there
At home he switches the TV on

and dives into its world

But something's breaking into his peace

he hears the children play
They're making too much noise he thinks
they're threatening his existence


He's beating his children
He's beating his children

He's beating his children
He's beating his children


Once he starts he cannot stop
he's overwhelmed by rage
It's so easy to regress

with feelings he can't express

By torturing the weak and the small

the king itself can hide
By tackling kicking tearing
he will get his peace of mind


He's beating his children
He's beating his children

He's beating his children
He's beating his children


He's beating his children
He's beating his children
He's beating his children

He's beating his children

Beating his children

Beating his children