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