歌词
Kill for gain or shoot to maim
We don't need a reason
The golden goose is on the loose
And in the rut of season
A mocking prize still burns inside the shell
Like 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
Don't you pray for my soul anymore
Two minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
Two minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in a womb
The blind man's job, let the creatures out
We'll show the unbelievers
The gene bomb screams of human flames
Of a primetime Belzer feast, yeah
There's a reason for the carnage
Cut their meat and lick their gravy
We are the jaws of the war machine
Now 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
Two minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
Two minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in a womb
The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain
Put the finger right on you
As the mouth of prey on worms
And makers of this teaser 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
Two minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
Two minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in a womb
Midnight, midnight, midnight, it's all night
Midnight, midnight, midnight, it's all right
Midnight, it's all night!