Glamour Of The k** - 2 Minutes To Midnight lyrics

Two minutes to midnight... Yeah! k** for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason The Golden Goose is on the lose And never out of season Some blackened pride burns inside This shell of bloody treason Here's my gun for the barrel of fun For the love of the living d**h The k**er's breed, or the demon's seed The glamour, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom stain But don't you pray for soul anymore Two minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom Two minutes to midnight To k** the unborn in the womb The blind men shout, let the creatures out We'll show the unbelievers The NAPALM screams of humans flames Of a prime time Betson feast… Yeah! As the reasons for carnage cut their meat and lick they gravy We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies The k**er's breed, or the demon's seed The glamour, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom stain But don't you pray for soul anymore Two minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom Two minutes to midnight To k** the unborn in the womb The body bags and the little rags of children torn in two And the jellied brains of those who remains to put finger right on you As the Madman play on words and makes us all dance to their song To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun The k**er's breed, or the demon's seed The glamour, the fortune, the pain G o to war again, blood is freedom stain But don't you pray for soul anymore Two minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom Two minutes to midnight To k** the unborn in the womb Midnight... Midnight... Midnight... Is all night Midnight... Midnight... Midnight... Is all night