"90 Seconds To Midnight" lyrics

Your manifesto
It's all a mess though
Seen better prose from magazines in Tesco
You spark an essay
On 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
(Ooooo ooooo)
They got a bouquet of bullets
And an appetite to crucify
(Ooooo ooooo)
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
Bouncing by the ounce until I feel queasy
Here's a reset
Nuclear sunset
No-one's getting out alive

Born into chains in a world that's gone insane
So goodbye
(Ooooo ooooo)
They got a bouquet of bullets
And an appetite to crucify
(Ooooo ooooo)
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
Arughhhh
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
(Ooooo ooooo)
They got a bouquet of bullets
And an appetite to crucify
(Ooooo ooooo)
The gaffs on fire, it's too far gone
The guns for hire are at the door
Pray to your God
Come friendly bombs