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,
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...
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,
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...
Fear Of The Dark I am the man who walks alone And when I m walking a dark road At night or strolling thr...
Angst vor dem Dunkel Steve Harris Ich bin ein Mann der alleine geht Und wenn ich eine dunkle Strasse ent...
Da heult die Sirene die vor dem Luftangriff warnt Dann kommt das Geraeusch der feuernden Flaks Heraus aus dem G...
In einem fremden Feld liegt er einsamer Soldat unbekanntes Grab Mit seinen letzten Atemzuegen betet er Erzaeh...
Zu feige um Fremde zu erschiessen Steve Harris Waehrend ich des Nachts wach liege wuesche ich m...
There goes the siren that warns of the air raid Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak Out for the scram...
Die Vortsetzung der Sage von Charlotte the Harlot Wenn du dich niedergeschlagen deprimiert und alleine ...
Gib mir die Faehigkeit zu wundern Zu wundern ob ich frei bin Gib mir die Wunderfaehigkeit Zu wiss...
Rennt zu den Bergen Weisser Mann kam ueber den See Brachte uns Schmerz und Not Elend Toetete unsre Staem...
If you had the time to lose An open mind and time to choose Would you care to take a look Or can...
