| Lyrics: | 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,
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, 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, 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...all night |
