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Dear visitors,
The Tigarus.com network will be changing software in May (2024). There will be some down time and there will be a change to the webpage addresses.
Rocksmith Songs Search will be unavailable of a few weeks or months while I "Patcoola" move the database to the new software.
At the moment we are running on Wordpress, the new software is an in-house project which is 57 times faster. It will also provide more freedom for development.
Thank you for understanding.
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 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 The killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamour, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for my soul anymore Two minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom Two 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 The killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamour, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for my soul anymore Two minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom Two minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb 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 The killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamour, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain don't you pray for my soul anymore Two minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom Two minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb Midnight Midnight Midnight It's all night Midnight Midnight Midnight It's all night Midnight, all night
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