歌曲 | We Are The Ground |
歌手 | Mischief Brew |
专辑 | O, Pennsyltucky! |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 |