歌词
Kill for gain or shoot to maim and 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 battle of fun or 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 the womb
The blind men shout that the creatures out to assault the unbelievers
Napalm screams of human frames for a prime-time belsen feast here
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and licking 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
Two minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
Two minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the churning 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
Two minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
Two 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!
