This town is going underThe temperature's through the floor
Your fingers are turning black
There's a crisis knocking at your doorOne nine seven seven
One nine seven sevenYou better try to make it home
The snow's getting too deep to drive
Your car might be a coffinOne nine seven seven
One nine seven sevenYou're never gonna see the summer
This season is coming, long and hard
This town is going under
This season is 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 diedOne nine seven sevenThis season has left us all helpless
I can't see and even God is blind
And deaf to all your prayersOne nine seven seven
One nine seven sevenThere's nothing that you can do
This weather's stronger than us all
The sky is going to crush youOne nine seven seven
One nine seven seven
This season's growing cold
I fear that this could be the end
And there's no sign of hope
We've got a crisis on our handsThe junkie is stuck indoors
Pretty soon he's gonna need a fix
But the weather's not gonna let him
He's starting to get the itchThe season's holding us all hostage
Better do whatever it demands
Nature knows that we've got a crisis
Weighing on our frostbitten hands(one)
There's nothing that you can do
The sky is gonna crush you
(nine)
There's nothing that you can do
The sky is gonna crush you
(seven)
There's nothing that you can do
The sky is gonna crush you
(seven)
There's nothing that you can do
The sky is gonna crush youThis season's growing cold
I fear that this could be the end
And there's no sign of hope
We've got a crisis on our hands
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