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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