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YEAH!
This town is going under.
The temperature's through the floor
Your fingers are turning black
Theres a crisis knocking at your door
One nine seven seven
One nine seven seven
You had better try to make it home
The snow is getting too deep to drive
your car might be your coffin
One nine seven seven
One nine seven seven
Were never gonna see the summer,
This season is coming, long and hard.
Yeah this town is going under
This season's going to kill us all.
Catch the snowflakes little children
Count them as they bury you alive
Count them as they choke the road ways
A blizzard's coming in the year punk died
One nine seven seven
This season has left us all helpless
I can't see and even God is blind
And deaf to all your prayers
One nine seven seven
One nine seven seven
Theres nothing that you can do
The weathers stronger than us all
The sky is going to crush you
One nine seven seven
One nine seven seven
This seasons growing cold
I fear that this could be the end
Theres no sign of hope
Weve got a crisis on our hands.
The junkie is stuck indoors
pretty soon hes gonna need a fix
but the weathers not gonna let him
He's starting to get the itch
The seasons holding us all hostage
Better do whatever it demands
Nature knows that we've got a crisis
Weighing on our frost bitten hands
(One)
Theres nothing that you can do
The sky is gonna crush you.
(Nine)
Theres nothing that you can do
The sky is gonna crush you.
(Seven)
Theres nothing that you can do
The sky is gonna crush you.
(Seven)
Theres nothing that you can do
The sky is gonna crush you.
This seasons growing cold
I fear that this could be the end
And theres no sign of hope
Weve got a crisis on our hands.