2 Minutes to Midnight de Iron Maiden
Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reasonThe golden goose is on the looseAnd never out of seasonBlackened pride still burns insideThis shell of bloody treasonHere's my gun for a barrel of funFor the love of living death
The killer's breed or the demon's seedThe glamour, the fortune, the painGo to war again, blood is freedom's stainDon't you pray for my soul anymore
2 minutes to midnightThe hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnightTo kill the unborn in the womb
The blind men shout, "Let the creatures out!We'll show the unbelievers"Napalm screams of human flamesFor a prime-time Belsen feast, yeahAs the reasons for the carnage cutTheir meat and lick the gravyWe oil the jaws of the war machineAnd feed it with our babies
The killer's breed or the demon's seedThe glamour, the fortune, the painGo to war again, blood is freedom's stainDon't you pray for my soul anymore
2 minutes to midnightThe hands that threaten doom2 minutes to midnightTo kill the unborn in the womb
The body bags and little ragsOf children torn in twoAnd the jellied brains of those who remainTo put the finger right on youAs the mad men play on wordsAnd make us all dance to their songTo the tune of starving millionsTo make a better kind of gun
The killer's breed or the demon's seedThe glamour, the fortune, the painGo to war again, blood is freedom's stainDon't you pray for my soul anymore
2 minutes to midnightThe hands that threaten doom2 minutes to midnightTo kill the unborn in the womb
MidnightMidnightMidnightIt's all night
MidnightMidnightMidnightIt's all night
Midnight, all night
Source : Musixmatch
Paroliers : Bruce Dickinson / Adrian Frederick Smith