Paroles de la chanson 2 Minutes to Midnight par Iron Maiden
Chanson manquante pour "Iron Maiden" ? Proposer les paroles
Proposer une correction des paroles de "2 Minutes to Midnight"
Proposer une correction des paroles de "2 Minutes to Midnight"
Paroles de la chanson 2 Minutes to Midnight par Iron Maiden
(Adrian Smith/Bruce Dickinson)
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.
CHORUS
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.
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.
CHORUS
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 the war machine and feed it with our babies.
CHORUS
The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
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 the war machine and feed it with our babies.
CHORUS
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.
CHORUS
Midnight, midnight, midnight
It's all night
Midnight, midnight, midnight
It's all night
Midnight
All night
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.
CHORUS
Midnight, midnight, midnight
It's all night
Midnight, midnight, midnight
It's all night
Midnight
All night
Paroles.net dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
Les plus grands succès de Iron Maiden
Concerts d'Indochine
