Mischief Brew – We Are The Ground (Guitar Solo)

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[Intro] G [Verse 1]
        G
Are you tortured by that dial?

        C
Talkin’ radios at 5

        G                                   Em
Wishin’ you could reach inside and dunk the clown

         G
Hear the callers call and say

            C
They’re the real Americay

           G                 D             G
As they’re diggin’ holes and loadin’ up on rounds
[Verse 2]
         G
But each time the good guys win

       C               G
I make sure I’m tunin’ in

                                             Em
And I’m grinnin’ as they whine and twist and shout

         G
Hear ‘em squirmin’ in their seats

             C
Know they’re turnin’ in their sleep

        G                  D                G
See ‘em break and run when they all hit the ground
[Chorus]
             C                    G
They hit the ground, they hit the ground

                                            D
See ‘em break and run when they all hit the ground

      G
Every time those bells a’ring

         C                 C7
A couple demons lose their wings

        G                  D                G
See ‘em break and run when they all hit the ground
[Verse 3]
          G
I know it seems we’re always stuck

      C               G
Tires spinnin’ in the mud

                                       Em
But I swear: we move along, not stick around

             G
Change ain’t always comin’ soon

         C                 G
One step fro but two steps to

                           D               G
And it’s worth the wait to see ‘em hit the ground
[Chorus]
             C                    G
They hit the ground, they hit the ground

                                            D
Said it’s worth the wait to see ‘em hit the ground

        G
I wanna hear ‘em go kerplunk

           C                 C7
Scramblin’ for their bibles, guns

          G                 D                G
Said it’s worth the wait to see ‘em hit the ground
[Solo] G C G D G C G D G [Verse 4] N.C. They set traps at every turn N.C. Set up straw men just to burn N.C. But I love to hear that sweet exquisite sound N.C. Of the cry when put to bed
       C
Of the “Bang! You’re dead!”

       G           D               G
Of the bellyachin’ as they hit the ground
[Chorus]
             C                 G
They hit the ground, oh what a sound

                                 D
In the real Americay, we are the ground

         G
So let’s watch their heads explode

         C           C7
Liberty, justice overload

        G               D                 G
More to come, as one by one, they hit the ground

                        D                 G
More to come, as one by one, they hit the ground

                        D                 G
More to come, as one by one, they hit the ground

                        D                 G
More to come, as one by one, they hit the ground
[Outro] N.C. Ha! G C G D G