2 Minutes to Midnight (Live in Melbourne 07 February 2008)

Scream for me, Melbourne
Scream for me, Melbourne

Kill for gain or shoot to aim
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 speed
The glamour, the fortune and the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom's strain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore, c'mon

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
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
The killer's breed or the Demon's seed
The glamour, the fortune and 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

Scream for me, Melbourne
I can't fucking hear you
Scream for me, Melbourne

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

Midnight... all night...