Karaoké 2 Minutes to Midnight Iron Maiden

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?

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

The napalm screams of human flames

For 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?

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 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?

Two minutes to midnight the hands that threaten doom

Two minutes to midnight to kill the unborn in the womb

Midnight midnight

Midnight it's all night

Midnight midnight

Midnight it's all night

Midnight all night