We Are the Ground - Mischief Brew

Are you tortured by that dial?

Talkin' radios at 5

Wishin' you could reach inside and dunk the clown

Hear the callers call and say

They’re the real Americay

As they’re diggin' holes and loadin' up on rounds

But each time the good guys win

I make sure I’m tunin' in

And I’m grinnin' as they whine and twist and shout

Hear ‘em squirmin' in their seats

Know they’re turnin' in their sleep

See ‘em break and run when they all hit the ground

They hit the ground, they hit the ground

See ‘em break and run when they all hit the ground

Every time those bells a’ring

A couple demons lose their wings

See ‘em break and run when they all hit the ground

I know it seems we’re always stuck

Tires spinnin' in the mud

But I swear: we move along, not stick around

Change ain’t always comin' soon

One step fro but two steps to

And it’s worth the wait to see ‘em hit the ground

They hit the ground, they hit the ground

Said it’s worth the wait to see ‘em hit the ground

I wanna hear ‘em go kerplunk

Scramblin' for their bibles, guns

Said it’s worth the wait to see ‘em hit the ground

They set traps at every turn

Set up straw men just to burn

But I love to hear that sweet exquisite sound

Of the cry when put to bed

Of the «Bang!

You’re dead!»

Of the bellyachin' as they hit the ground

They hit the ground, oh what a sound

In the real Americay, we are the ground

So let’s watch their heads explode

Liberty, justice overload

More to come, as one by one, they hit the ground