Crisis

Yeah This town is goin' under The temperature's through the floor Your fingers are turnin' black There's a crisis knockin' at your door One nine seven seven One nine seven seven You had better try to make it home The snow is gettin' too deep to drive Your car might be your coffin One nine seven seven One nine seven seven We're 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 all Catch 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 died One nine seven seven This season has left us all helpless I can't see and even God is blind And deaf to all your prayers One nine seven seven One nine seven seven There's nothin' that you can do This weathers stronger than us all The sky is goin' to crush you One nine seven seven One nine seven seven This season's growin' cold I fear 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 startin' to get the itch The season's holdin' us all hostage Better do whatever it demands Nature knows that we've got a crisis Weighin' on our frost bitten hands (One) There's nothin' that you can do The sky is gonna crush you (Nine) There's nothin' that you can do The sky is gonna crush you (Seven) There's nothin' that you can do The sky is gonna crush you (Seven) There's nothin' that you can do The sky is gonna crush you This season's growin' cold I fear that this could be the end And there's no sign of hope We've got a crisis on our hands