The ice is thick
The air is thinner
No room to breathe
No sun to shine
The engines frozen
In Minnesota
They're drinking heavy
The town is dead
Winterkill, overdrive
Winterkill, Nothing will survive
The fish are dead
They suffocated
They're belly up now
In the bay
The fishermen
Won't come this summer
They'll stay at home
Drinking beer
Anyway, Everyday
Winterkill, Nothing will survive
