sigs by skinny Come September
It was a hot cold front
a fool chilly Tuesday morning
near eight in the morning, eastern time
when all hell broke loose
like a cackling goose
a plane hit the first tower
more than just power
slammed a fireball into an upper wall
come September
near comes fall to call.
It was a cold hot front
the bells began to toll
the chimes began to tinkle from the wind
the bomb exploding outside was a fueled plane
in the name of God, who's to blame
hit again, a second tower, smokes the same
both towers burning, torching flames
slammed fireballs into both towers
come September
the chill is in the air.
It was to cold to be hot
it was to hot to be cold
it was bold enough of an attack
on the American people caught sleeping
it was just that, just sleeping a giant
we seen the planes crash and towers fall
we seen that justice is soon to call
come September
we remember
the chill is in the air.