Song | 2 Minutes to Midnight |
Artist | Iron Maiden |
Album | Edward The Great: Greatest Hits |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Dickinson, Smith |
[00:31.990] | Kill for gain or shoot to maim |
[00:33.610] | But we don't need a reason |
[00:36.920] | The Golden Goose is on the loose |
[00:39.280] | And never out of Season. |
[00:41.730] | Some blackened pride still burns inside |
[00:44.290] | This shell of bloody treason |
[00:46.840] | Here's my gun for a barrel of fun |
[00:49.520] | For the love of living death |
[00:52.200] | The killer's breed or the Deamon's seed' |
[00:57.190] | The glamour' the fortune' the pain' |
[01:01.950] | Go to war again' blood is freedom's stain' |
[01:07.250] | But don't you pray for my soul anymore. |
[01:12.510] | 2 minutes to midnight' |
[01:17.060] | The hands that threaten doom. |
[01:20.120] | 2 minutes to midnight' |
[01:27.720] | To kill the unborn in the womb. |
[01:42.950] | The blind men shout let the creatures out |
[01:45.320] | We'll show the unbelievers' |
[01:46.390] | The Napalm screams of human flames |
[01:50.620] | Of a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH! |
[01:52.130] | As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat |
[01:55.620] | and lick the gravy' |
[01:57.930] | We oil the jaws of the war machine |
[02:00.730] | and feed it with our babies. |
[02:03.420] | The killer's breed or the Deamon's seed' |
[02:07.910] | The glamour' the fortune' the pain' |
[02:12.600] | Go to war again' blood is freedom's stain' |
[02:17.830] | But don't you pray for my soul anymore. |
[02:20.820] | 2 minutes to midnight' |
[02:28.500] | The hands that threaten doom. |
[02:33.370] | 2 minutes to midnight' |
[02:38.610] | To kill the unborn in the womb. |
[03:04.770] | The body bags and little rags of children torn in two' |
[04:24.890] | And the jellied brains of those who remain |
[04:27.330] | to put the finger right on you. |
[04:29.590] | As the Madmen play on words and make us all |
[04:32.830] | dance to their song' |
[04:34.770] | To the tune of starving millions |
[04:37.140] | to make a better kind of gun. |
[04:40.050] | The killer's breed or the Deamon's seed' |
[04:44.800] | The glamour' the fortune' the pain' |
[04:49.540] | Go to war again' blood is freedom's stain' |
[04:54.350] | But don't you pray for my soul anymore. |
[04:59.970] | 2 minutes to midnight' |
[05:04.710] | The hands that threaten doom. |
[05:09.760] | 2 minutes to midnight' |
[05:14.820] | To kill the unborn in the womb. |
[05:20.250] | Midnight |
[05:22.740] | Midnight...all night... |
[05:27.050] | Midnight |
[05:27.860] | Midnight...all night... |
[05:33.030] | Midnight...all night... |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Dickinson, Smith |
[00:31.990] | Kill for gain or shoot to maim |
[00:33.610] | But we don' t need a reason |
[00:36.920] | The Golden Goose is on the loose |
[00:39.280] | And never out of Season. |
[00:41.730] | Some blackened pride still burns inside |
[00:44.290] | This shell of bloody treason |
[00:46.840] | Here' s my gun for a barrel of fun |
[00:49.520] | For the love of living death |
[00:52.200] | The killer' s breed or the Deamon' s seed' |
[00:57.190] | The glamour' the fortune' the pain' |
[01:01.950] | Go to war again' blood is freedom' s stain' |
[01:07.250] | But don' t you pray for my soul anymore. |
[01:12.510] | 2 minutes to midnight' |
[01:17.060] | The hands that threaten doom. |
[01:20.120] | 2 minutes to midnight' |
[01:27.720] | To kill the unborn in the womb. |
[01:42.950] | The blind men shout let the creatures out |
[01:45.320] | We' ll show the unbelievers' |
[01:46.390] | The Napalm screams of human flames |
[01:50.620] | Of a prime time Belsen feast... YEAH! |
[01:52.130] | As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat |
[01:55.620] | and lick the gravy' |
[01:57.930] | We oil the jaws of the war machine |
[02:00.730] | and feed it with our babies. |
[02:03.420] | The killer' s breed or the Deamon' s seed' |
[02:07.910] | The glamour' the fortune' the pain' |
[02:12.600] | Go to war again' blood is freedom' s stain' |
[02:17.830] | But don' t you pray for my soul anymore. |
[02:20.820] | 2 minutes to midnight' |
[02:28.500] | The hands that threaten doom. |
[02:33.370] | 2 minutes to midnight' |
[02:38.610] | To kill the unborn in the womb. |
[03:04.770] | The body bags and little rags of children torn in two' |
[04:24.890] | And the jellied brains of those who remain |
[04:27.330] | to put the finger right on you. |
[04:29.590] | As the Madmen play on words and make us all |
[04:32.830] | dance to their song' |
[04:34.770] | To the tune of starving millions |
[04:37.140] | to make a better kind of gun. |
[04:40.050] | The killer' s breed or the Deamon' s seed' |
[04:44.800] | The glamour' the fortune' the pain' |
[04:49.540] | Go to war again' blood is freedom' s stain' |
[04:54.350] | But don' t you pray for my soul anymore. |
[04:59.970] | 2 minutes to midnight' |
[05:04.710] | The hands that threaten doom. |
[05:09.760] | 2 minutes to midnight' |
[05:14.820] | To kill the unborn in the womb. |
[05:20.250] | Midnight |
[05:22.740] | Midnight... all night... |
[05:27.050] | Midnight |
[05:27.860] | Midnight... all night... |
[05:33.030] | Midnight... all night... |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Dickinson, Smith |
[00:31.990] | Kill for gain or shoot to maim |
[00:33.610] | But we don' t need a reason |
[00:36.920] | The Golden Goose is on the loose |
[00:39.280] | And never out of Season. |
[00:41.730] | Some blackened pride still burns inside |
[00:44.290] | This shell of bloody treason |
[00:46.840] | Here' s my gun for a barrel of fun |
[00:49.520] | For the love of living death |
[00:52.200] | The killer' s breed or the Deamon' s seed' |
[00:57.190] | The glamour' the fortune' the pain' |
[01:01.950] | Go to war again' blood is freedom' s stain' |
[01:07.250] | But don' t you pray for my soul anymore. |
[01:12.510] | 2 minutes to midnight' |
[01:17.060] | The hands that threaten doom. |
[01:20.120] | 2 minutes to midnight' |
[01:27.720] | To kill the unborn in the womb. |
[01:42.950] | The blind men shout let the creatures out |
[01:45.320] | We' ll show the unbelievers' |
[01:46.390] | The Napalm screams of human flames |
[01:50.620] | Of a prime time Belsen feast... YEAH! |
[01:52.130] | As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat |
[01:55.620] | and lick the gravy' |
[01:57.930] | We oil the jaws of the war machine |
[02:00.730] | and feed it with our babies. |
[02:03.420] | The killer' s breed or the Deamon' s seed' |
[02:07.910] | The glamour' the fortune' the pain' |
[02:12.600] | Go to war again' blood is freedom' s stain' |
[02:17.830] | But don' t you pray for my soul anymore. |
[02:20.820] | 2 minutes to midnight' |
[02:28.500] | The hands that threaten doom. |
[02:33.370] | 2 minutes to midnight' |
[02:38.610] | To kill the unborn in the womb. |
[03:04.770] | The body bags and little rags of children torn in two' |
[04:24.890] | And the jellied brains of those who remain |
[04:27.330] | to put the finger right on you. |
[04:29.590] | As the Madmen play on words and make us all |
[04:32.830] | dance to their song' |
[04:34.770] | To the tune of starving millions |
[04:37.140] | to make a better kind of gun. |
[04:40.050] | The killer' s breed or the Deamon' s seed' |
[04:44.800] | The glamour' the fortune' the pain' |
[04:49.540] | Go to war again' blood is freedom' s stain' |
[04:54.350] | But don' t you pray for my soul anymore. |
[04:59.970] | 2 minutes to midnight' |
[05:04.710] | The hands that threaten doom. |
[05:09.760] | 2 minutes to midnight' |
[05:14.820] | To kill the unborn in the womb. |
[05:20.250] | Midnight |
[05:22.740] | Midnight... all night... |
[05:27.050] | Midnight |
[05:27.860] | Midnight... all night... |
[05:33.030] | Midnight... all night... |