Three minutes to midnight
Another scream another glass of beer,
another dream to wipe your tears,
an old newspaper on your bed
close to your mouth another cigarette.
Memories memories
so they say
Memories memories
to wash away
Chorus
Three minutes to midnight
Three minutes to fight
Three minutes to midnight
Three minutes to fight
An ancient shotgun in your hand
to fight the ghosts in your mind
some broken promises to face
a foolish army in a dark space.
Memories memories
so they say
Memories memories
to wash away
Chorus
Three minutes to midnight
Three minutes to fight
Three minutes to midnight
Three minutes to fight
