90 Seconds To Midnight

Your manifesto It's all a mess though Seen better prose from magazines in Tesco You spark an essay And what you say goes Three pints down and I bet you think you're Rousseau Born into chains in a world that's gone insane So goodbye (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) They got a bouquet of bullets And an appetite to crucify (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) (The gaffs on fire, it's too far gone The guns for hire are at the door Pray to your God) Come friendly bombs Div on the TV It's like he sees me Bouncin' by the ounce until I feel queasy Here's a reset Nuclear sunset No one's getting out alive I was born into chains in a world that's gone insane So goodbye (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) They got a bouquet of bullets And an appetite to crucify (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) (The gaffs on fire, it's too far gone The guns for hire are at the door Pray to your God) Come friendly bombs Sit down and listen Tick tock on the doomsday clock We're the VIPs of the aftershock Tick tock on the doomsday clock We're the VIPs of the aftershock Born into chains in a world that's gone insane So goodbye (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) They got a bouquet of bullets And an appetite to crucify (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) (The gaffs on fire, it's too far gone The guns for hire are at the door Pray to your God) Come friendly bombs Come friendly bombs