2 Minutes to Midnight - Live at Long Beach Arena; 1998 Remaster

2 minutes to midnight
Alright let me see your hands up in tha air
Everyone
C'mon
Alright, here we go

Kill for gain or shoot to maim
We don't need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the loose
Never out of season

Blackened pride still burns inside
The 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 glamor, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore
Everybody singing

2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes, sing it to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb

The blind men shout, let the creatures out
Let's 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 machines
And feed them with our babies

The killer's breed or the demon's seed
The glamor, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore
Everybody singing

2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes, sing it to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb

The body bags and the little rags
Of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain
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 glamor, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore

2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight, sing it
To kill the unborn in the womb

Midnight
Midnight
Midnight, all night
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight is all night

Midnight, all night