Letra de 2 Minutes to Midnight (1998 Remaster)
2 minutes to midnightKill 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 deathThe 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 anymore2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom 2 minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the wombThe 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 babiesThe 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 anymore2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom 2 minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the wombThe 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 gunThe 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 anymore2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom 2 minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb Midnight Midnight Midnight... is all night... Midnight Midnight Midnight... is all night...Midnight... all night...