1. 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

   Ami        F            G        C
R: The killer's breed or the Deamon's seed,
   B            F            Ami    G
   The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
   Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
   B           F       G
   But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
   Ami          C  G
   2 minutes to midnight,
   Dmi                 F   G
   The hands that threaten doom.
   2 minutes to midnight,
   To kill the unborn in the womb.
   
2. 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.

R: The killer's breed or the Deamon's seed...

3. The body bags and little rags of children
   torn in two, 
   And the jellied brains of those whow 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.

R: The killer's breed or the Deamon's seed...

Midnight...all night...