Dust

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