2 Minutes To Midnight - 1998 Remastered Version

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

Two minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
Two minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb

The blind men shout, let the creatures out, we'll show the unbelievers
Napalm screams of human flames of a prime time Belsen feast
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

Two minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
Two 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

Two minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
Two minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb

Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
Is all night
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
Is all night

Midnight, all night



Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Frederick Smith, Bruce Dickinson
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