Crisis

And deaf to all your prayers

There’s a crisis knockin' at your door
But the weather’s not gonna let him
The temperature's through the floor
The season’s holdin' us all hostage
(Seven)
A blizzard's comin' in the year punk died
We’ve got a crisis on our hands
One nine seven seven
Your fingers are turnin' black
(One)
This season’s growin' cold
Better do whatever it demands
I can't see and even God is blind
Count them as they bury you alive
The sky is gonna crush you
This season is comin' long and hard
The sky is gonna crush you
One nine seven seven
One nine seven seven

This season’s growin' cold
The sky is gonna crush you

(Nine)
One nine seven seven
Nature knows that we've got a crisis
This season's goin' to kill us all
The sky is goin' to crush you

There’s nothin' that you can do
One nine seven seven
There’s nothin' that you can do

There’s nothin' that you can do
One nine seven seven
One nine seven seven
Catch the snowflakes little children
One nine seven seven

The snow is gettin' too deep to drive
There’s nothin' that you can do

The junkie is trapped indoors
I fear that this could be the end

I fear that this could be the end
We’re never gonna see the summer
(Seven)
Yeah, this town is goin' under
And there’s no sign of hope

Count them as they choke the road ways
Your car might be your coffin
He's startin' to get the itch
Pretty soon, he’s gonna need a fix
One nine seven seven
And there’s no sign of hope

There’s nothin' that you can do
Weighin' on our frost bitten hands

This weathers stronger than us all
The sky is gonna crush you
You had better try to make it home
This season has left us all helpless