Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of Season
Some blackend pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for 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 thet 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
Lick the gravy
We oil the jaws of the war machine
Feed them 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 thet threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb

The body bags and little rags of childen torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain
To put the finger right on you
As the madman play on words and make us a better kind of gun

Midnight...Midnight...all night...
Midnight...all night...