[Verse 1] The sun wore brass, called it class, Sold bottled shade in broken glass. Streetlights sweated liquid gold, Cops fined the shadows for being cold. [Verse 2] August cooked books on a skillet street, Fried the figures till the lies looked neat. The mayor kissed the boiling tar, Then fled to Mars in a company car. [Pre-Chorus 1] Then autumn fell off a moving train, September sued the sky for rain. The forecast flashed its silver knife, “New deal, same debt, sign here for life!” [Chorus 1] Hot! Hot! City turns to ash, Cold! Cold! Bank still wants cash. Click! Click! Crack another brick, Flip! Flip! Same old dirty trick. Yin goes boom, yang goes bust, Both sell snow as premium dust. Burn the lease, still pay the rent, Spring got sold to the one percent! [Verse 3] Frost kicked in wearing riot gear, Put a chokehold on my last warm beer. Snow whitewashed every bloody street, Then sold us boots for frozen feet. [Verse 4] The furnace sold flames in the freezer aisle, The fridge sold ice with a killer smile. They swapped price tags behind the store, Then billed the dead for one degree more. [Pre-Chorus 2] Snap goes the pipe, crack goes the pane, Snow signs its name with a diesel stain. Tick goes the clock, choke goes the vent, Even the silence gets charged for rent. [Chorus 2] Hot! Hot! City turns to ash, Cold! Cold! Bank still wants cash. Click! Click! Crack another brick, Flip! Flip! Same old dirty trick. Yin goes boom, yang goes bust, Both sell snow as premium dust. Burn the lease, still pay the rent, Spring got sold to the one percent! [Bridge] If heaven's a sauna, hell's a rink, God's at the bar with a frozen drink. He rolled two sixes, then called it fate, And sold us skates at the pearly gate. I pinned both seasons against the wall, “Hands up, bastards!” they billed the call. I blew out the flame; it gave a hiss, Spring skipped bail with a Judas kiss. [Instrumental Solo: Crazy balalaika, accordion and trumpet solo] [Pre-Chorus 3] Sky wore black to a wedding in white, Heat kissed frost; both started a fight. The priest sold forecasts instead of vows, Then sold flood insurance to sacred cows. [Chorus 3] Hot! Hot! City turns to ash, Cold! Cold! Bank still wants cash. Click! Click! Crack another brick, Flip! Flip! Same old dirty trick. Yin goes boom, yang goes bust, Both sell snow as premium dust. Burn the lease, still pay the rent, Spring got sold to the one percent! [Chorus 4] Hot! Hot! City turns to ash, Cold! Cold! Bank still wants cash. Click! Click! Crack another brick, Flip! Flip! Same old dirty trick. Yin goes boom, yang goes bust, Both sell snow as premium dust. Burn the lease, still pay the rent, Spring got sold to the one percent!
