Kill for gain or shoot to maimBut we don't need a reasonThe Golden Goose is on the looseAnd never out of season.Blackened pride still burns insideThis shell of bloody treasonHere's my gun for a barrel of funFor 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 outWe'll show the unbelievers,The Napalm screams of human flamesOf a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH!As the reasons for the carnagecut their meat and lick the gravy,We oil the jaws of the war machineand 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 thosewho remain to put the finger right on youAs the madmen play on wordsand make us all dance to their song,To the tune of starving millionsto 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 is all night
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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 is all night
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