Winter Blues

I want to kill myself because it's super fucking cold
I never realized life could be like this before
If only I had ways to calculate the fall
And winter wouldn't seem so bad

It's reaching temperatures below zero
Celsius, that is to you
For Fahrenheit, it's 32
Winter blues

Death doesn't seem so bad these days
The fiery pits of hell now seem okay
For at least we've got a nice warm place
It'd be a fair deal to be the devil's slave

Even Satan wouldn't like it here
He'd probably set up a bar and sell some beer
And rent out a house for a B and B
And build touristy things for you and me

To distract from the fact that it's cold back home
So we pack up our bags, head to the airport and go
Down one hundred flights of stairs if you're a waiter
If you've got no patience, catch the elevator

Down and down, down we go
To where Satan will take us to a rented home
And if we want, we can hire a ho
And enjoy our weekend 'til we have to go

And it seems like a stretch to most
Why would Satan build a B and B and be its host?
But if you had the chance to escape for a bit
I assure you that most of you would take it because

Death doesn't seem so bad these days
The fiery pits of hell now seem okay
For at least we've got a nice warm place
It'd be a fair deal to be the devil's slave

And wasting dollars upon dollars of gas heater bills
And watching Netflix and feeling the chills
Anyway because there's really no point
Because one day you'll find you're annoyed

By the youngsters who walk around each day
Using their energy in ways
That you haven't done since '74
And there really is nothing more

But winter will leave and here comes summer
And then we complain about the hot weather
Until winter comes around again
And just like that, the cycle ends and restarts