2 Minutes to Midnight

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.

The killer's breed or the demon's seed,

The glamour, the fortune, the pain,

Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,

But 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.

Puro rock and roll y un recuerdo de los tiempos de la guerra fría