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.
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 our 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,
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
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,
