Risk Is My Business...And Business Is Risky - Dance Club Massacre

In a world divided by color.

There is only one objective — World domination

A new Monday night war is upon us, my friends.

Six men will partake in

unmerciful tyranny.

A single roll to see who will draw the first blood.

This is the new apocalypse

Striving to link empires as the game ensues.

Allies will be formed and broken.

In due time there will be total eliminations

In this case guitar hero is set up in limbo.

I shall survive.

Brazil has been

touched and gotten by the North African bridge.

Now… Alaska to Kamtchatka you

asshole.

Alaska to Kamchatka.

I’m on a hot roll

Put on the epic track.

This could get ugly

The champagne awaits the fall of your campaign

My friend, my enemy for a day

Defense is key, but with out guts comes no glory

In this case, its Global Guts

Mike O’Malley will tell ya, I’ve got the the know how, the power.

Upon the top of the agrokrag, I’ve stood victorious

The Ukraine is not weak.

Ukraine is not feeble.

Backed into a corner of death.

Fighting off every front that surrounds me

No guts no glory

Fighting, rolling, split up the seeds, reform in cavalry.

Fighting,

rolling spread the disease.

Power in numbers prevails overseas

Fighting, rolling, split up the seeds, reform in cavalry.

Fighting, rolling,

spread the disease, spill your guts