Glamour Of The Kill - 2 Minutes To Midnight (Iron Maiden cover) | Текст песни

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Two minutes to midnight... Yeah!

Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the lose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for the barrel of fun
For the love of the living death

The killer's breed, or the demon's seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom stain
But don't you pray for 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 humans flames
Of a prime time Betson feast… Yeah!
As the reasons for carnage cut their meat and lick they 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 stain
But don't you pray for 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 the little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remains to put finger right on you
As the Madman play on words and makes 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
G o to war again, blood is freedom stain
But don’t you pray for 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

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