[Verse 1]
Warm front we had a ball
And we knew we had it good
Cabs to catch and shoes to fall
We called it what we could
[Verse 2]
Cold front
The undertow
Easy come and easy go
That's how the story blows
For wires on a fence
[Verse 3]
It's a critical equation
It's the mother of the moon
And they're calling for a mixture
A little doom and gloom
[Verse 4]
Storm front
Rain will fall
In the eye and in the mud
Getting drunk on alcohol
Getting ready for the flood
Warm front we had a ball
And we knew we had it good
Cabs to catch and shoes to fall
We called it what we could
[Verse 2]
Cold front
The undertow
Easy come and easy go
That's how the story blows
For wires on a fence
[Verse 3]
It's a critical equation
It's the mother of the moon
And they're calling for a mixture
A little doom and gloom
[Verse 4]
Storm front
Rain will fall
In the eye and in the mud
Getting drunk on alcohol
Getting ready for the flood
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