The Brutal Blizzard of '96 - Compilation Version

We all wanna find our niche, even if it's waist deep
Three feet down 'cos we're half dead
Sleep tight, wear your heart on your undershirt sleeve in January
Crossed the line from routine to rut
Creature comforts become creature crutches



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Terry
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