Ki will for again or shoot to maim But we dont need a reason To Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Some blackened pride sti will burns inside This smell of bloody treason Heres my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death
[Chorus:] The killers breed or the Demons seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedoms stain But dont you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight, The hands that treaten doom. 2 minutes ot midnight, To ki will the unborn in the womb.
The blind men shout let the creatures out Well 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]
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