Song Lyrics
Long and hard, one nine seven seven
A blizzard s coming in the year punk died, the snow s getting too deep to drive Alexisonfire, count them as they bury you alive
One nine seven seven, one nine seven seven
there s nothing that you can do
Your fingers are turning black, the junkie is stuck indoors, he s starting to get the itch
The junkie is stuck indoors, there s nothing that you can do, the snow s getting too deep to drive
I can t see and even god is blind, and there s no sign of hope Crisis, but the weather s not gonna let him
The sky is gonna crush you, your car might be a coffin
This season is coming, pretty soon he s gonna need a fix, a blizzard s coming in the year punk died
Long and hard, one nine seven seven
The sky is gonna crush you, but the weather s not gonna let him
he s starting to get the itch
One nine seven seven, he s starting to get the itch, your car might be a coffin
Pretty soon he s gonna need a fix, the sky is gonna crush you
You better try to make it home, the sky is gonna crush you Alexisonfire, i fear that this could be the end
Weighing on our frostbitten hands, the sky is going to crush you
We ve got a crisis on our hands, there s nothing that you can do
there s nothing that you can do
There s a crisis knocking at your door, one nine seven seven
This town is going under, count them as they bury you alive
There s nothing that you can do, the sky is going to crush you Alexisonfire, this season is coming
This weather s stronger than us all, this season is going to kill us all, long and hard
The sky is gonna crush you, you better try to make it home, we ve got a crisis on our hands
This weather s stronger than us all, we ve got a crisis on our hands, this season s growing cold
This town is going under, and there s no sign of hope
this season s growing cold
This season s growing cold, the sky is gonna crush you, pretty soon he s gonna need a fix
the season s holding us all hostage
the junkie is stuck indoors
This weather s stronger than us all, i fear that this could be the end Crisis, this season is going to kill us all
A blizzard s coming in the year punk died, weighing on our frostbitten hands
We ve got a crisis on our hands, there s nothing that you can do
there s nothing that you can do
a blizzard s coming in the year punk died
The sky is going to crush you, the temperature s through the floor Alexisonfire, there s nothing that you can do
one nine seven seven
The sky is gonna crush you, there s nothing that you can do
i fear that this could be the end
weighing on our frostbitten hands
But the weather s not gonna let him, he s starting to get the itch
Your car might be a coffin, this weather s stronger than us all
