I’m gonna get to you
I’m declaring the third World War
We’re way long overdue
for bloodlust down to the core
And I'm searching silver linings
to see what they conceal
Cause you’re the last one
I’d expect to ever cut me a deal
Why don’t you just back down?
No room for you in an army of one
Blood spreads in this small town
And the bloodshed’s just begun
And if I ever get blacklisted
I’ll give up the antidote
You know I’ll always be tight-fisted
Handing over a rolled bank note
I’ll ride the underground
To Operation Crossroads out at sea
Riding this train Hell-bound
Because they let me ride for free
And I'll be waiting night and day
For the Sunshine Express
to deliver me safe and sound
Straight to the Devil’s address
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was a rough ride to Sunshine Express.... WOW! ! ! Interesting read this one, in spite the language so simple!