Lletres: Viza. Made In Chernobyl. Trans-Siberian Standoff.

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.

There will be no one coming for you!