2 Minutes to Midnight
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(Smith/Dickinson)
Kill for again or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
To Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This smell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death

Chorus:
The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.

2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that treaten doom.
2 minutes ot midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.

The blind men shout let the creatures out
We'll show the unbeliverers,
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.

Chorus:
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 better kind of gun.

Chorus:
Midnight ... all night (repeat