Two Minutes To Midnight

Kill for gain or shoot to maim
 But we don't need a reason
 The Golden Goose is on the lose
 And never out of season
 Some blackened pride burns inside
 This shell of bloody treason
 Here's my gun for the barrel of fun
 For the love of the living death
 The killer's breed, or the demon's seed
 The glamor, the fortune, the pain
 G o to war again, blood is freedom stain
 But don't you pray for 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 humans flames
 Of a prime time Betson feast yeah!
 As the reasons for carnage cut their meat and lick they gravy
 We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies
 2 minutes to midnight
 The hands that threaten doom
 2 minutes to midnight
 To kill the unborn in the womb
 The body bags and the little rags of children torn in two
 And the jellied brains of those who remains to put finger right on you
 As the Madman play on words and makes 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 glamor, the fortune, the pain
 G o to war again, blood is freedom stain
 But don't you pray for soul anymore.
 2 minutes to midnight
 The hands that threaten doom
 2 minutes to midnight
 To kill the unborn in the womb
 Midnight, midnight, is all night
 Midnight, midnight, is all night
 Midnight, is all night