With only seconds left before the squadron begins to wane
There’s a Trans-Siberian Standoff (Standoff)like a Mexican standoff (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 bastard 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 there will be 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 the 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 she will be 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!