Yeah
This town is goin' underThe temperature's through the floor
Your fingers are turnin' black
Theres a crisis knockin' at your doorOne nine seven seven
One nine seven sevenYou had better try to make it home
The snow is gettin' too deep to drive
Your car might be your coffinOne nine seven seven
One nine seven sevenWere never gonna see the summer
This season is comin' long and hard
Yeah, this town is goin' under
This season's goin' to kill us allCatch the snowflakes little children
Count them as they bury you alive
Count them as they choke the road ways
A blizzard's comin' 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 sevenTheres nothin' that you can do
This weathers stronger than us all
The sky is goin' to crush youOne nine seven seven
One nine seven sevenThis seasons growin' cold
I fear that this could be the end
And theres no sign of hope
Weve got a crisis on our handsThe junkie is trapped indoors
Pretty soon, hes gonna need a fix
But the weathers not gonna let him
He's startin' to get the itchThe seasons holdin' us all hostage
Better do whatever it demands
Nature knows that we've got a crisis
Weighin' on our frost bitten hands(One)
Theres nothin' that you can do
The sky is gonna crush you
(Nine)
Theres nothin' that you can do
The sky is gonna crush you(Seven)
Theres nothin' that you can do
The sky is gonna crush you
(Seven)
Theres nothin' that you can do
The sky is gonna crush youThis seasons growin' cold
I fear that this could be the end
And theres no sign of hope
Weve got a crisis on our hands