With only seconds left before the squadron begins to wane, there’s a Trans-Siberian Standoff like a Mexican standoff. Judging by the wrinkles in their uniforms looks as if they flew in on some unicorns. It’s a Trans-Siberian Standoff I’m in a Trans-Siberian Standoff.
Riches to rags that bastards continues to nag even though she’s clearly lured by the men in back. A harlot with brains, throw this bitch off of my train. There will be war!
Flag it down while the world bows down. Nobody is gonna protect you. Flag it down while the gods countdown. I think they’re coming for you.
In a matter of days this city will be all up in flames and she will be sifting through the ruins I’ve made. Trust and you’ll see. I’m a man of great sympathy. She will be torn.
Flag it down while the world bows down. Nobody is gonna protect you. Flag it down while the gods countdown. I think they’re coming for you.