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
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
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"
Napalm screams of human flames
For a prime-time Belsen feast, yeah
As the reasons for the carnage cut
Their meat and lick the 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's stain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore
But we don't need a reason
The golden goose is on the loose
And never out of season
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
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"
Napalm screams of human flames
For a prime-time Belsen feast, yeah
As the reasons for the carnage cut
Their meat and lick the 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's stain
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 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 mad men 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
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
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It's all night
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It's all night
Midnight, all night
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
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 mad men 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
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
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It's all night
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It's all night
Midnight, all night
by Death Menace May 16, 2023
 Get the 2 Minutes to Midnightmug.
Get the 2 Minutes to Midnightmug. When any Tim leaves the room and says he'll be a minute, that minute can be a minute or 6 hours, it's random odds
by Wallfenstein March 12, 2023
 Get the Tim Minutemug.
Get the Tim Minutemug. Lyrics from the greatest song ever created, I’m not talking about the John Lewis version, but the original. On second thought, probably not the greatest song but in the top 3005.
"And if you have a minute why don’t we go…" sang the world as time paused in the aftermath of a new dawn
by SahaibP March 9, 2024
 Get the And if you have a minute why don’t we go…mug.
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 Get the Jake Hillard Minutemug.
Get the Jake Hillard Minutemug. Definition:
Used to describe someone who is not only physically late but also mentally slow to catch up or understand what’s going on. They miss the moment and the point.
Used to describe someone who is not only physically late but also mentally slow to catch up or understand what’s going on. They miss the moment and the point.
Friend 1: “Did you see Josh just asked what the assignment is? We turned it in yesterday.”
Friend 2: “Yeah, man’s five minutes and five brains late.”
Friend 2: “Yeah, man’s five minutes and five brains late.”
by MJ cool  June 9, 2025
 Get the Five minutes and five brains latemug.
Get the Five minutes and five brains latemug. by Veganhulk August 9, 2022
 Get the Warm minutemug.
Get the Warm minutemug. To take something meant to keep you partying all night long, go it hard as fuck for 3 minutes and proceed to pass out for 4 hours while still wearing training wheels. Can also include finishing a dj set and in the final 3 minutes proceed to pass out by face planting on the turntables.
Potter popped, and 3 minutes later asked for a quiet place to sleep because he would wake up when it kicked in. 4 hours later he woke up still wearing his training wheels. Man that dude knows how to rock out a 3 minute rage.
by boater brigade April 14, 2008
 Get the 3 minute ragemug.
Get the 3 minute ragemug.