Seven minutes to midnight and I’m crawling out my shell
Seven minutes to midnight and it’s hell
Seven minutes to analyse, my instinct must be quick
Seven minutes to midnight, I feel sick
You can’t justify it, not a word
I don’t believe a thing I’ve heard
You can’t justify it with your twisted facts
Only the coming of the axe
Seven minutes to midnight (seven minutes to midnight)
Seven minutes to midnight (seven minutes to midnight)
Seven minutes to midnight and I’m hungry and I’m cold
Seven minutes to midnight (seven minutes to midnight)
Seven minutes to midnight (seven minutes to midnight)
Seven minutes to midnight, why so old
I was speechless of looking and it clashes with my views
Seven minutes to midnight, what’s the use
I’ve got a problem of balance, now there is no right or wrong
Seven minutes to midnight, that’s so wrong
You can’t justify it, not a word
I don’t believe the things I’ve heard
You can’t justify it with your twisted facts
Only the coming of the axe, the axe
Seven minutes to midnight (seven minutes to midnight)
Seven minutes to midnight (seven minutes to midnight)
Seven minutes to midnight and I’m hungry and I’m cold
Seven minutes to midnight (seven minutes to midnight)
Seven minutes to midnight (seven minutes to midnight)
Seven minutes to midnight, why so old?
I’m so old
Lyrics Submitted by Commander Kakapo