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