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

Some 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 Deamon'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 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 Deamon'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 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 Deamon'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 threaten doom

2 minutes to midnight

To kill the unborn in the womb

Midnight

Midnight all night

Midnight

Midnight all night

Midnight all night