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. 
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 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 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 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 that threaten doom 
2 minutes to midnight 
To kill the unborn in the womb 

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. 

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 that threaten doom 
2 minutes to midnight 
To kill the unborn in the womb 

Midnight... midnight... midnight... It's all night 
Midnight... midnight... midnight... It's all night