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I see ‘em on the podium, I see ‘em on the stage
Screaming ‘bout the planet like they’re locked inside a cage
Got their cardboard signs and their "End is Near" eyes
Selling panic by the gallon, painting fire in the skies
They call it "Global Warming," yeah, they love the scary sound
But I’m looking for the melting, and it’s nowhere to be found
Just a billion-dollar hustle, just a frantic little play
While the mercury is dropping at the ending of the day
You say the world is burning? You say the sun is cruel?
Man, I think you need to go back to a different kind of school
So welcome to Russia, where the frost is the boss
Where your "warming" theory is a total dead loss
You’re feeling too hot? You’re feeling the glow?
Come and take a walk where the real winds blow
Check the forecast, homie, look at the map
Then tell me again ‘bout that "climate change" trap
If you’re coming for a visit, here’s a tip for the wise
Dress warmer, kid—before the blood in you flies
Check the app on your phone, look at Oymyakon
Minus sixty-five and the sun is barely on
Is the permafrost melting? Is the ocean on the rise?
Or is that just the wool being pulled over your eyes?
They’re crying ‘bout the silence of the polar bear’s roar
But we got five feet of powder knocking down the front door
I’m shoveling the driveway for the tenth time this week
While some "expert" on the TV starts to stutter and speak
It’s a cycle, it’s a season, it’s the way the Earth spins
But the "Alarmist" gets a trophy every time the winter wins
Keep your carbon tax, keep your "Green" little lies
I’ll keep my fur coat and my Siberian skies
So welcome to Russia, where the frost is the boss
Where your "warming" theory is a total dead loss
You’re feeling too hot? You’re feeling the glow?
Come and take a walk where the real winds blow
Check the forecast, homie, look at the map
Then tell me again ‘bout that "climate change" trap
If you’re coming for a visit, here’s a tip for the wise
Dress warmer, kid—before the blood in you flies
Put your boots on
Lace ‘em up tight
You want a "hot" summer?
Not tonight
Not this decade
Not this century
The only thing rising here is the snow on my porch
So you can take your "warming" and put out the torch
Yeah, they’re shouting from the rooftops in the West and the coast
While we’re sitting in the kitchen, making tea and some toast
Looking out at the tundra, white as a sheet
Waiting on a glimpse of that "catastrophic heat
But the blizzard keeps howling, and the engines won’t start
‘Cause the cold’s got a grip on the Motherland’s heart
So keep your statistics and your computer-made charts
We live in the reality where the winter never departs
Don’t be an alarmist, don’t join the parade
Just buy a thicker jacket, man, and step into the shade
Global warming? Save the act
Check the glass — the fact is cracked
Your theory dies where the real wind blows
Russia. Check the forecast. That's a close
