The temperature is through the floor Your fingers are turning black There's a crisis knocking at your door
One nine seven seven One nine seven seven
You 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
You'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 died.
One nine seven seven
This season's now, and it doesn't help us Can't see, everybody's blind This is death to all your friends
One nine seven seven One nine seven seven
There's nothing that you can't do This weather will never let us through The sky is going to crush you
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This season's growing cold I fear that this could be the end There's no sign of hope We've got a crisis on our hands.
The junkie is trapped indoors pretty soon he's gonna need a fix but the weather's not gonna let him he's strarting to get snitch
The season's holding us all hostage Better do whatever it demands We should all know that we've got a crisis We've all got 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 you.
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 hands.
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