Текст песни Two Minutes to Midnight - Jay Dubz
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
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