2 Minutes To Midnight - 2015 Remaster

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 demon'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
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 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
 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 demon'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
 Midnight
 It's all night
 Midnight
 Midnight
 Midnight
 It's all night
 ♪
 Midnight... All night!
 
 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 demon'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 demon'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 demon'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
 Midnight
 It's all night
 Midnight
 Midnight
 Midnight
 It's all night
 ♪
 Midnight... All night!