kill for gain or shoot to maim, but we dont 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. heres my gun for a barrel of fun' for the love of living death.
the killers breed, or the demon seed. the glamour, the fortune, the pain. go to war again, blood is freedoms stain. dont you pray for my soul anymore.
two minutes to midnight, the hands that threaten doom. two minutes to midnight. to kill the unborn in the womb.
the blind men shout let the creatures out, we'll show the unbelievers. napalm screams of human flames for a primetime belgian feast ya! and the reasons for thier carnage cut thier meat and lick the gravy. we oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.
the killers breed, or the demon seed. the glamour, the fortune, the pain. go to war again, blood is freedoms stain. dont you pray for my soul anymore.
two minutes to midnight, the hands that threaten doom. two 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 thier song, to the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.
the killers breed, or the demon seed. the glamour, the fortune, the pain. go to war again, blood is freedoms stain. dont you pray for my soul anymore.
two minutes to midnight, the hands that threaten doom. two minutes to midnight, to kill the unborn in the womb.
midnight, midnight, midnight is all night.
midnight, midnight, midnight is all night.
midnight, all night!

i like that song

i love maiden. have ya seen the other ones i did?