yeah this town is going under the temperature s through the floor your fingers are turning black there s a crisis knocking at your door you d better try to make it home the snow is getting too deep to drive your car might be a coffin we re never gonna see the summer this season is coming long and hard yeah this town is going under this season s 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 this season has left us all helpless i can t see and even god is blind and deaf to all your prayers there s nothing that you can do this weather s stronger than us all the sky is going to 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  the junkie is stuck indoors pretty soon hes gonna need a fix but the weathers not gonna let him and 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