"2 Minutes To Midnight"

by Iron Maiden

Kill for gain or shoot to maim

But we don't need a reason

To 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?

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, 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.

2 minutes to midnight,

The hands that threaten doom.

2 minutes to midnight,

To kill the unborn in the womb.

Midnight

Midnight

Midnight

It's all night

Midnight

Midnight

Midnight

It's all night