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
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 wo-omb
The blind men shout:
Let the creatures out
We'll show
the unbelievers
The napalm screams
of human flames
Of 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 wo-omb
The body bags and
little rags of children
torn in two
And the jellied brains
of those who remain
to put the fingers
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 wo-omb
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It's alright
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It's alright
Midnight
Alright