WonÂ't somebody tell me what this heavenÂ's about ItÂ's been coming for years and IÂ've noticed itÂ's almost here YouÂ're just one of us so take to the hills Hide the underground itÂ's almost time I got away I keep all my guns in an oak cabinet IÂ'll be ready for the next time because I never forget My father bleeds his history in everyday