BROADCASTER LYRICS

"Snow Party"

Sand and salt, snow and ice
Six more feet of wintertime
And all you do is whine about it
I clean the house and drink red wine
Purple lips and turpentine
Well, you could at least sing about it
No sense in crying over some dirty roads

Sheets of ice and crashing cars
Empty stores and empty bars
Cause no one wants to get their feet cold
I still have work and grocery notes
So heat the car and zip your coat
Cause no one wants to hear your whining
No sense in crying, the winter is always cold

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