Transit War Mayday
Mayday our sights are all wrong
and I think we're going down
Your coming in loud and clear
about twenty feet from ground
but it's to late to bail out softly now
I can't believe this is happening to me now
Maybe our sights we're all wrong but I know we're going down
Let's burn these bridging together and enjoy disaster
cause I think we're fallen apart
let's burn these bridges and think of it after
