| Song | Underground |
| Artist | Pokey Lafarge |
| Album | Something In the Water |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| A hurricane is brewing in the East | |
| While forest fires rage in the West | |
| But when the New Madrid Line, breaks our poor spine | |
| That’s it, there isn’t 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, can’t you hear that sound? | |
| From the underground, can’t you hear that sound | |
| From the underground, can’t you hear that sound | |
| The end won’t come from disease | |
| And it won’t 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, he’s of the land | |
| And he does not favor any man | |
| Father Time has the final say, but it doesn’t matter anyway | |
| Mother Nature has made a deal and now it’s done | |
| Chorus | |
| From the underground, can’t you hear that sound, can’t you hear that sound | |
| From the underground, can’t you hear that sound, comin’ up from the underground |
| A hurricane is brewing in the East | |
| While forest fires rage in the West | |
| But when the New Madrid Line, breaks our poor spine | |
| That' s it, there isn' t 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, can' t you hear that sound? | |
| From the underground, can' t you hear that sound | |
| From the underground, can' t you hear that sound | |
| The end won' t come from disease | |
| And it won' t 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, he' s of the land | |
| And he does not favor any man | |
| Father Time has the final say, but it doesn' t matter anyway | |
| Mother Nature has made a deal and now it' s done | |
| Chorus | |
| From the underground, can' t you hear that sound, can' t you hear that sound | |
| From the underground, can' t you hear that sound, comin' up from the underground |
| A hurricane is brewing in the East | |
| While forest fires rage in the West | |
| But when the New Madrid Line, breaks our poor spine | |
| That' s it, there isn' t 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, can' t you hear that sound? | |
| From the underground, can' t you hear that sound | |
| From the underground, can' t you hear that sound | |
| The end won' t come from disease | |
| And it won' t 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, he' s of the land | |
| And he does not favor any man | |
| Father Time has the final say, but it doesn' t matter anyway | |
| Mother Nature has made a deal and now it' s done | |
| Chorus | |
| From the underground, can' t you hear that sound, can' t you hear that sound | |
| From the underground, can' t you hear that sound, comin' up from the underground |