YEAH!      This town is going under.      The temperature is 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 is getting too deep to drive   Your car might be your 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.      Count the snowflakes little children   Count them as they bury you alive   Count them as they bury the road ways   A blizzard's coming in the year punk died      One nine seven seven      This season’s left us all helpless   I can’t see and even god is blind   And deaf to all your friends      One nine seven seven   One nine seven seven      There’s nothing that you can’t do   This weather will never let us through   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   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   And he's starting to get the itch      The season’s holding us all hostage   Better do whatever it demands   We should know 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