2 Minutes to Midnight Lyrics

Song	2 Minutes to Midnight
Artist	Joe Lynn Turner
Album	Numbers From The Beast: An All-Star Tribute To Iron Maiden
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	Iron Maiden - 2 Minutes To Midnight
	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 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 Deamon＇s seed,
	The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
	Go to war again, blood is freedom＇s stain,
	But 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 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 gun.
	Midnight
	Midnight...all night...

	Iron Maiden 2 Minutes To Midnight
	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 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 Deamon s seed,
	The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
	Go to war again, blood is freedom s stain,
	But 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 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 gun.
	Midnight
	Midnight... all night...

	Iron Maiden 2 Minutes To Midnight
	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 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 Deamon s seed,
	The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
	Go to war again, blood is freedom s stain,
	But 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 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 gun.
	Midnight
	Midnight... all night...

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