2 Minutes To Midnight (Live) Songtext / Lyric

Kill for gain or shoot to aim

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 speed

The glamour, the fortune and the pain

Go to war again, blood is freedom's strain

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






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 and 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 and 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... is all night...

Midnight... all night...