We Are The Ground Lyrics

	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

	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

	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

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