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 womb
The blind men shout, "Let the creatures out!
We'll show the unbelievers"
Napalm screams of 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 mad men 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
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 womb
The blind men shout, "Let the creatures out! We'll show the unbelievers" Napalm screams of 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 mad men 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