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 [bad word] continues to nag
even though she’s clearly lured
by the men in back.
harlot with brains,
throw this [bad word] 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 [bad word] for you.

In a matter of days
this city will be all up in flames
and she will be sifting through [bad word] I’ve made. [bad word] 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 [bad word] for you.

There will be no [bad word] for you!