Christmas can't start without me I know I'm running late If I can catch this train then I will be on my way Getting anxious On this winter holiday Christmas can't start without me It just won't be the same The kids around the tree will Wonder why I'm away Can't start the carols Don't open up the cabernet Is there anything that I can do Just so I can be much closer to you Before midnight Christmas can't start without me The train is on its way The snow's been coming down and It's been this way all day Aggravated on this station passageway Christmas can't start without me I won't take all the blame Jack Frost can't catch a wind and Santa's even delayed Egg nog and cider Can wait a moment I'm afraid Is there anything that I can do Just so I can be much closer to you Before midnight Is there anything that I can do So I can be much closer to you Before midnight Christmas can't start without me Hold off the yuletide cheer If I'm not back by midnight We'll wait another year I won't stop until I'm next to you my dear I won't stop until I'm next to you my dear I won't stop until I'm next to you my dear

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 2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom 2 minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb The blind men shout, "Let the creatures out! We'll show the unbelievers" Napalm screams of human flames For 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 2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom 2 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 mad men 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 2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom 2 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