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 3, 2021
Get the Two Minutes to Midnightmug. The modicum of time--approx. 60 seconds (depending on the capacity of the lunchroom)--one must rush into the lunch line before it starts looking like the line to the bathroom after lunch.
Charles: Hey, Jim, you being chased?
Jim: Not now, Chuck, it's the lunch rush minute! Gotta get to the line before the juniors cut in front!
Charles: Don't bother, it's just turkey sloppy joes. And it seems to be coming out the same way it came in.
Jim: Not now, Chuck, it's the lunch rush minute! Gotta get to the line before the juniors cut in front!
Charles: Don't bother, it's just turkey sloppy joes. And it seems to be coming out the same way it came in.
by TheOkami1113 October 17, 2011
Get the lunch rush minutemug. by Name Brand Korean May 28, 2018
Get the 15 minute girlmug. JOE: That new employee Tommy doesn't get anything done but sit around and play with his Tablet all day
BOB: Yeeup hes a two minute noodle...but hey that way we pay him minimum wage just to collect the trolleys.
BOB: Yeeup hes a two minute noodle...but hey that way we pay him minimum wage just to collect the trolleys.
by Pol Pothead May 30, 2014
Get the Two Minute Noodlemug. a minute late or a second slow — The epitaph for every stand up guy and hard man who dies with his boot on. They don’t die in their sleep or retire to become farmers. This is the Urban equivalent of a Viking Death without the hope of a Valhalla.
I’ll see you at the crossroads.
I’ll see you at the crossroads.
There in only one end for a hard man no matter how good he is: one day he will be a minute late or a second slow and he will die with iron in his hand and lead in his body.
by Mind Hunter the Profiler March 13, 2023
Get the a minute late or a second slowmug. the art of going at it after one person announces that time is up in 5 minutes. usually results in heavy petting, nakedness, and possible orgasm by one or both participants.
Ronny attacked Tony's penis once he announced that they had 5 minutes left until they had to get back to work. about 10 minutes later, Tony's fingers were deep inside Ronny as she stroked him to completion.
by Poppy Greg July 24, 2006
Get the 5 minutes leftmug. That cough you suddenly get after eating something cold, such as ice cream, that usually lasts about 2 minutes.
by breezy-licious June 16, 2011
Get the Two Minute Bronchitusmug.