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