by CallmeWrex October 18, 2020
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
Two minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
Two minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
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
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"
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
Two minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
Two 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 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
Don't you pray for my 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
It's all night
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It's all night
Midnight, all night
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
Two minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
Two 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 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
Don't you pray for my 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
It's all night
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It's all night
Midnight, all night
by confused cajun man February 04, 2021
An expression used when expressing how badly you have to use the bathroom, equivilant to "I have to piss like a race horse."
by EKALB June 19, 2009
A two faced snake is a person that is like a best friend to you when no one else is around but when with their friends they act.
Fred: Ill meet you at the bus stop.
Joe: Okay I'll bring tom.
Fred: Don't bring Tom, it can be just us.
Joe: If you say so Fred don't be a two faced snake again please.
~at the bus stop
Joe: Didnt you say not to bring anyone?
Fred: Bro who are you stop talking to me lmao embarrassment.
Joe: Okay I'll bring tom.
Fred: Don't bring Tom, it can be just us.
Joe: If you say so Fred don't be a two faced snake again please.
~at the bus stop
Joe: Didnt you say not to bring anyone?
Fred: Bro who are you stop talking to me lmao embarrassment.
by SnakeKid March 30, 2016
by ribs no September 26, 2009
A girl who from far away appears to be a 10, but as you get closer she quickly drops from a 10 to 5, and then even as far as a 2 up close. An unfortunate thing indeed.
"Man I was all about that ass when we were looking at her from down the road, but now I just want to call the dog warden on that 10-5-2"
"That 10-5-2 was false advertising goods she couldnt provide"
"That 10-5-2 was false advertising goods she couldnt provide"
by Masternutcher August 25, 2004
by Daniel Burgess February 02, 2004