2 minutes to midnight

2 Minutes To Midnight
                        (Smith/Dickinson)
                        Kill for again or shoot to maim
                        But we don't need a reason
                        To Golden Goose is on the loose
                        And never out of season
                        Some blackened pride still burns inside
                        This smell of bloody treason
                        Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
                        For the love of living death
                        Chorus:
                        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 treaten doom.
                        2 minutes ot midnight,
                        To kill the unborn in the womb.
                        The blind men shout let the creatures out
                        We'll show the unbeliverers,
                        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.
                        Chorus:
                        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 better kind of gun.
                        Chorus:
                        Midnight ... all night (repeat)