Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Are the Ground, artist - Mischief Brew. Album song O, Pennsyltucky!, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 13.10.2014
Record label: Fistolo
Song language: English
We Are 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 |