Iron Maiden - 2 Minutes to Midnight
(Bruce Dickinson / Adrian Smith)
Kill for gain, or shoot to maim but we dont need a reason
The golden goose is on the loose and never out of season
Some blackened pride burns inside this shell of blood treason
Heres my gun for a barrel of fun, for the love of living death
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 threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
The blind men shout, let the creature out, well show the unbelievers
The napalm screams of human flames of a prime time Belson feast
As the reason for carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with out babies
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 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 fingers 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 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 threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
Midnight... all night... |
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