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Destroy for gain or shoot to maim But we dont require a cause The golden goose is on-the free And never out-of time Some blackened satisfaction however burns off inside That layer of soft treason Heres my rifle for a barrel of fun For your love of living death. Refrain The murders type or the seed, The allure, the bundle, the suffering, Visit war again, body is liberties spot, But dont you hope for my heart anymore. 2 minutes to midnight The fingers that jeopardize disaster. 2 minutes to midnight To destroy the unborn in the uterus. The blind men yell allow the animals out Well show the unbelievers The napalm shouts of human fires Of the time belsen feast...yeah! Whilst the good reasons for the carnage reduce their meat and coat the gravy, We gas the teeth of the war machine and supply it with this infants. Refrain Your body bags and small rags of kiddies divided in two And the minds of these who stay to place the hand directly on you. Whilst the madmen play on words and make all of us dancing for their tune, For the beat of hungry millions to create a better type of weapon. Refrain Midnight...all night...