[Chorus] In the land of the frost, where the cold winds blow, The philistines penned songs that nobody should know. Harsh and grating, a torturous show, In a kingdom of noise, they reaped what they sow. [Verse 1] In a frosty realm, so cold and stark, Lived the snowflake philistines, missing the mark. Writing tomes of tunes, from dawn till dark, Notes like icicles, sharp enough to embarks. [Chorus] In the land of the frost, where the cold winds blow, The philistines penned songs that nobody should know. Harsh and grating, a torturous show, In a kingdom of noise, they reaped what they sow. [Verse 2] From earsore to stomach ache, their melodies flew, Assaulting the senses, through and through. Listeners in agony, a suffering crew, To the ear doctor they'd rush, a long, painful queue. [Chorus] In the land of the frost, where the cold winds blow, The philistines penned songs that nobody should know. Harsh and grating, a torturous show, In a kingdom of noise, they reaped what they sow. [Verse 3] Doctors puzzled, their instruments at hand, Thought it endemic, a plague upon the land. But soon those very tunes, across the stand, Became the anthems, by demand. [Chorus] In the land of the frost, where the cold winds blow, The philistines penned songs that nobody should know. Harsh and grating, a torturous show, In a kingdom of noise, they reaped what they sow. [Verse 4] With every note that screeched and wailed, A listener's peace was surely assailed. What once was vibrant, now impaled, In snowy silence, the music jailed. [Hook] [Bridge] Then came the day, oh, a strange twist of fate, Those discordant melodies began to replicate. From one town to next, they'd resonate, Doctors turned DJs, sealed the state's fate. [Verse 5] Now, those sounds, once agony’s source, Are blasted proudly, without remorse. Canonized chaos, set on its course, In snowflake lands, with no discourse. [Chorus] In the land of the frost, where the cold winds blow, The philistines penned songs that nobody should know. Harsh and grating, a torturous show, In a kingdom of noise, they reaped what they sow. [Outro] So beware the land where the cold tunes play, Where the philistines write, and the earaches stay. Listen closely, or better, just stray, From the land of snowflakes, far, far away.
