Two Minutes to Midnight

Here is ole about nuclear war.

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 killers breed or the demons seed
the glamour, the fortune, the pain
go to war again, blood is freedom stained
don't you pray for my soul anymore.

Two minutes to midnight
the hands that threaten doom
two minutes to midnight
to kill the unborn in the womb.

The blindman shouts let the creatures out
we'll show the unbelievers
napalm screams of human flames
for the prime-time belson feast (yeah)
and the reasons for their carnage
cut their meat and lick the gravy
we oil the jaws of the war machine
and feed it with our babies.

The killers breed or the demons seed
the glamour, the fortune, the pain
go to war again, blood is freedom stained
don't you pray for my soul anymore.

Two minutes to midnight
the hands that threaten doom
two minutes to midnight
to kill the unborn in the womb.

For body bags and little rags
of children torn in two
and the jellied brains of those who remain
to put their finger right on you
as the madman plays on words
and make us all dance to ther song
to the tune of starving millinons
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 freedom stained
don't you pray for my soul anymore.

Two minutes to midnight
the hands that threaten doom
two 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............it's all night.