(Adrian Smith/Bruce Dickinson)
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Kill for gain or shoot to maim
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But we don't need a reason
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The Golden Goose is on the loose
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And never out of season
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Some blackened pride still burns inside
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This shell of bloody treason
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Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
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For the love of living death.
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CHORUS
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The killer's breed or the demon's seed,
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The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
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Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
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But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
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2 minutes to midnight
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The hands that threaten doom.
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2 minutes to midnight
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To kill the unborn in the womb.
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The blind men shout let the creatures out
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We'll show the unbelievers
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The napalm screams of human flames
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Of a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH!
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As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy,
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We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.
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CHORUS
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The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
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And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you.
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As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song,
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To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.
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CHORUS
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Midnight...all night...
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2 Minutes to Midnight [Dub]
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| Iron Maiden |
