[Verse 1] Old Silverado, Cool desert night, Take her up to the creek tonight, Time for drinkin' and some thinkin', Smokin' dope and tin can plinkin'. But something deep had other plans, He didn't hear the roar, His ears were numb from shootin' cans, As from underneath it tore! [Pre-Chorus – Frantic, shouted warnings] Grab-oids, Grab-oids diggin' by, Better get on somethin' high, Grab a gun or dynamite, Some of youse gonna die tonight! [Chorus – Explosive gang vocals] What's that shaking? What's that sound? TREMORS! Track your ass from underground! TREMORS! TREMORS! Don't move, don't run! Don't leave home without a gun! TREMORS! [Verse 2 – ABAB, countryside carnage] Farm dogs barked and fences shook, And cattle stampeded through the night, The dirt burst open by the brook, And ranch hands screamed out of sight! A poor old bastard took a seat, Out back upon his wooden throne, The Graboid struck beneath his feet, And ate him, outhouse, wood, and bone! [Verse 3 – AABB, escalating destruction] A Sundance rattled down the track, With Mom and Dad and kids in back, The Graboid tore apart the land, And buried them beneath the sand! The sheriff shouted, "Stand your ground!" Then vanished with a sucking sound, His deputy jumped inside the car, Only half of him made it that far! [Pre-Chorus – Frantic, shouted warnings] Grab-oids, Grab-oids diggin' by, Better get on somethin' high, Grab a gun or dynamite, Some of youse gonna die tonight! [Chorus – Explosive gang vocals] What's that shaking? What's that sound? TREMORS! Track your ass from underground! TREMORS! TREMORS! Don't move, just listen! Stay alive! It's your new mission! TREMORS! TREMORS! [Verse 4 – ABAB, frantic warning] You better watch the ground you pass, That desert dirt ain't safe tonight, Them Graboids gonna eat your ass, So carry a stick of dynamite! [Verse 5 – AABB, final warning] If you hear that rumblin' sound, Don't stand there gawkin' at the ground, Better have that dynamite, Or you're gonna DIE TONIGHT! [Final Chorus – Explosive gang vocals, full band, pounding drums] What's that shaking? What's that sound? TREMORS! Track your ass from underground! TREMORS! TREMORS! Don't move, don't run! Don't leave home without a gun! TREMORS! TREMORS! [Outro – Final gang shout, instruments stop] TREMORS!
