8 acessos
YEAH!
This town is going under.
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
One nine seven seven
One nine seven seven
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.