Crisis Songtext / Lyric

This town is going under



The temperature's 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's getting too deep to drive

Your car might be a 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 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 nothing that you can do

This weather's stronger than us all

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

And there's no sign of hope

We've got a crisis on our hands



The junkie is stuck indoors

Pretty soon he's gonna need a fix

But the weather's not gonna let him

He's starting to get the itch



The season's holding us all hostage

Better do whatever it demands

Nature knows that we've got a crisis

Weighing on our 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