It's the weekends
We're up, it's 4 a.m.
Get the gear, get the sled
Hit the truck and we're riding
Who knows what lurks
In the depths below
What our eyes can see
This could be our first
Our first of a new species
We're on the ice and
We're drilling holes
This winter chill is
It's good for your soul
There's nothing down here
The sonar looks like
A * ghost town
No fish to fry here
But if we came for the catch
We would've stuck up long ago
And when the wind blows
And your heart slows
Four stars to wither
Come along with me
Join the rebellion of winter
And when the wind blows
And your heart slows
Four stars to wither
Come along with me
Join the rebellion of winter
Join the rebellion of winter
Drop the line
I hear the whining
It was a good winter night
Drop the line
And when the wind blows, and your heart slows, all starts to wither
Come along with me, join the rebellion of winter
And when the wind blows, and your heart slows, all starts to wither
Come along with me, join the rebellion of winter
The rebellion of winter