A hurricane is brewing in the East
While forest fires rage in the West
But when the New Madrid Line, breaks our poor spine
Thatâs it, there isnât anymore
Tornadoes twisting in the South
While a blizzard blows down from the North
When them old tectonic plates, set off that big earthquake
Cities will crumble from shore to shore
Chorus:
So get ready, get ready
Listen everybody, canât you hear that sound?
From the underground, canât you hear that sound
From the underground, canât you hear that sound
The end wonât come from disease
And it wonât be from any nuclear bomb
The ground beneath our feet, will rise up to meet
The fire in the sky, becoming one
If there is a God, heâs of the land
And he does not favor any man
Father Time has the final say, but it doesnât matter anyway
Mother Nature has made a deal and now itâs done
Chorus
From the underground, canât you hear that sound, canât you hear that sound
From the underground, canât you hear that sound, cominâ up from the underground