2 Minutes To Midnight

Kill for gain or shoot to maim

But we don't need a reason

The Golden Goose is on the loose

And never out of season

Blackened pride still burns inside

This shell of bloody treason

Here's my gun for a barrel of fun

For the love of living death



The killer's breed or the demon's seed

The glamour, the fortune, the pain

Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain

But don't you pray for my soul anymore



2 minutes to midnight

The hands that threaten doom

2 minutes to midnight

To kill the unborn in the womb



The blind men shout let the creatures out

We'll show the unbelievers

Napalm screams and human flames

For a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH!

As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy

We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies



The killer's breed or the demon's seed

The glamour, the fortune, the pain

Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain

Don't you pray for my soul anymore



2 minutes to midnight

The hands that threaten doom

2 minutes to midnight

To kill the unborn in the womb



The body bags and little rags of children torn in two

And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you

As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song

To the tune of starving millions, to make a better kind of gun



The killer's breed or the demon's seed

The glamour, the fortune, the pain

Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain

Don't you pray for my soul anymore



2 minutes to midnight

The hands that threaten doom

2 minutes to midnight

To kill the unborn in the womb



Midnight...Midnight...Midnight...It's all night

Midnight...Midnight...Midnight...It's all night



Midnight...All night!