This town is going under
The temperature's through the floor,
your fingers are turning black;
there's a crisis knocking at your door.
(1-9-7-7, 1-9-7-7)
You'd better try to make it home,
snow's getting too deep to drive;
your car might be your coffin.
(1-9-7-7, 1-9-7-7)
You're never gonna see the summer,
this season's coming long and hard.
This town is going under,
this season's gonna kill us all.
Catch the snowflakes little children,
count them as they bury you alive.
Count them as they choke the roadways:
a blizzard's coming in the year punk died.
(1-9-7-7)
This season's left us all helpless,
I can't see and even God is blind
and deaf to all your prayers.
(1-9-7-7, 1-9-7-7)
There's nothing that you can do,
this weather's stronger than us all.
The sky is gonna crush you
(1-9-7-7, 1-9-7-7)
This season's growing cold,
I feel that this could be the end.
and 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 starting to get the itch.
This season's holding us all hostage,
better do whatever it demands.
Carter knows that we've got a crisis,
weighing on our frost-bitten 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 feel 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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