Song Crisis - Alexisonfire. Yeah, this town is going under. The temperature's through the floor. Your fingers are turning black. There's a crisis knocking at your door. (One nine seven seven, one
If you're inclined to complain. It doesn't matter, he's got greater pain. Any crisis takes it's toll. Then he'll get down, let the bad times roll. You'll never go down fighting. You'll just go
