[Intro: George Pettit]
Yeah
This town is going under

[Verse 1: George Pettit, Dallas Green]
The temperature's through the floor, your fingers are turning black
There's a crisis knocking at your door, 1-9-7-7, 1-9-7-7
You'd better try to make it home, the snow is getting too deep to drive
Your car might be a coffin, 1-9-7-7, 1-9-7-7

[Verse 2: George Pettit, Dallas Green]
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

[Verse 3: George Pettit, Dallas Green]
1-9-7-7, this season has left us all helpless
I can't see and even God is blind
And deaf to all your prayers, 1-9-7-7, 1-9-7-7
There's nothing that you can do, this weather's stronger than us all
The sky is going to crush you, 1-9-7-7, 1-9-7-7

[Chorus: Dallas Green]
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
[Verse 4: George Pettit]
The junkie is stuck 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
Nature knows that we've got a crisis, weighing on our frostbitten hands

[Bridge: George Pettit, Dallas Green]
(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

[Chorus: Dallas Green]
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