Two Minutes To Midnight (Rock In Rio)

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

2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 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
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom

2 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 and 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
To kill the unborn in the womb.
Midnight... is all night...
Midnight... all night...