Kill Hussein, or shoot to maim but we don't need a reason
The tightened noose is on the loose and never out of season
Some blackened pride burns inside his shell of rich treason
Here's the bomb for a barrel of fun, for the love of living death
The killer's feed, or the demon's need
The Oil, the torture, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for his soul anymore
5 Minutes to Midnight
The hands that threaten doom
5 Minutes to Midnight
To kill the madman in his tomb
The blind UN shout, let the liar out, we'll show the unbelievers
The napalm screams of human flames of a prime time Baghdad feast
As the reason for carnage eat their meat and kick the hairy
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with out allies
The killer's creed, while the demon flees
The valor, the fortune, the fame
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for his soul anymore
5 Minutes to Midnight
The hands that threaten doom
5 Minutes to Midnight
To drive the madman from the ruins
The body-bags and little rags of castles torn in two
And the twisted brains of those who remain to put the prices 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 bomb
The killer's breed, or the demon's seed
His glamour, his fortune, Insane
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for the soul anymore
5 Minutes to Midnight
The hands that bring the doom
5 Minutes to Midnight
To kill the coward and his groom
Midnight... all night...