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