2 Minutes to Midnight (Live at Donington;1998 Remaster)

2 Minutes to Midnight!

Alright, everybody in here, hands in the air
Everywhere, come on
Alright

Sing those bombs and blasts

Kill for gain, shoot to maim, we don't need a reason
The 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, come on (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 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 machines and feed them 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

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 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, come on (to midnight)
The hands that threaten doom
Two minutes, alright (to midnight)
To kill the unborn in the womb

Midnight, come on
(Midnight)
Midnight
Is all night
Midnight, you sing it
(Midnight)
Midnight
Is all night

Midnight (all night)