[00:00.00] 作词 : Dickinson, Smith
[00:30.50]Kill for gain or shoot to maim
[00:33.50]But we don't need a reason
[00:35.50]The Golden Goose is on the loose
[00:38.50]And never out of Season.
[00:40.50]Some blackened pride still burns inside
[00:43.50]This shell of bloody treason
[00:46.50]Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
[00:48.50]For the love of living death
[04:41.50][02:03.50][00:51.50]The killer's breed or the Deamon's seed,
[04:46.50][02:07.50][00:56.50]The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
[04:50.50][02:12.50][01:01.50]Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
[04:56.50][02:18.50][01:06.50]But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
[05:01.50][02:23.50][01:11.50]2 minutes to midnight,
[05:06.50][02:28.50][01:16.50]The hands that threaten doom.
[05:11.50][02:33.50][01:22.50]2 minutes to midnight,
[05:16.50][02:38.50][01:27.50]To kill the unborn in the womb.
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[01:42.50]The blind men shout let the creatures out
[01:44.50]We'll show the unbelievers,
[01:47.50]The Napalm screams of human flames
[01:50.50]Of a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH!
[01:52.50]As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat
[01:55.50]and lick the gravy,
[01:57.50]We oil the jaws of the war machine
[02:00.50]and feed it with our babies.
[04:20.50]The body bags and little rags of children torn in two,
[04:25.50]And the jellied brains of those who remain
[04:28.50]to put the finger right on you.
[04:30.50]As the Madmen play on words and make us all
[04:33.50]dance to their song,
[04:35.50]To the tune of starving millions
[04:38.50]to make a better kind of gun.
[05:32.50][05:21.50]Midnight
[05:57.50][05:37.50][05:27.50]Midnight...all night...