2 Minutes to Midnight (Live At Estadio Nacional, Santiago)

So find yourself on 1982 I do believe
Scream for me Chile
Scream for me Chile

Kill for gain or shoot to maim
We don't need a reason
Golden goose is on the loose
Never out of season
Blackened pride 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, Chile (to midnight)
The hands that threaten doom, yeah
Two minutes, alright (to midnight)
To kill the unborn in the womb

The blind men shout, "Let the creatures out
We'll show the unbelievers"
Napalm screams, human flames
Of a prime time Belsen feast
As the reasons for the carnage
Cut their meat, lick the gravy
We oil the jaws of the war machine
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, yeah
Two minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb

Scream for me Chile

Are you with me now?
Scream for me Chile

The body bags, little rags
Of children torn in two
The jellied brains of those who remain
Put the finger right on you
As the madmen play on words
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, yeah
Two minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb

Midnight
Midnight is all night
Midnight, you sing it
Midnight is all night

Midnight, all night



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