2 Minutes to Midnight (Live at Donington)

Written by: (Smith [bad word] 

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
 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, 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
 It's all night
 Midnight, midnight, midnight
 It's all night

 Midnight all night