John Maenpaa

@ritchiepage2001

Christian/Patriot/Libertarian-Socialist and I support: AFL-CIO & IWW & ACLU & Occupy & Declaration Of Independence & Constitution #union #iww #WIUnion #occupy

#union #iww #occupy #ows #p2 #p21 #tlot #tcot #TeaParty 

Iron Maiden - 2 Minutes To Midnight

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPbqQOf41Qc

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 
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... all night...

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#union #iww #occupy #ows #p2 #p21 #tlot #tcot #TeaParty

Iron Maiden - 2 Minutes To Midnight

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPbqQOf41Qc

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
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... all night...

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