よみ：とぅー みにっつ とぅ みっどないと
2 MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT 歌詞
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Iron Maiden
- 2008.5.14 リリース
- 作詞
- DICKINSON BRUCE(GB 2) , SMITH ADRIAN(GB)
- 作曲
- DICKINSON BRUCE(GB 2) , SMITH ADRIAN(GB)
友情
感動
恋愛
元気
結果
- 文字サイズ
- ふりがな
- ダークモード
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
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
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
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...
(Repeat)
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
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
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
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...
(Repeat)
