Luyện nghe bài hát Give Me Back My Sandwich

Up from the of the mighty Sahara comes,
Our bold, who so it's told,
is a lot you and me.
His burns, the world it turns,
He fills his to fill the void,
And fuels the feeling,
Of nothingness his soul.
Feels like ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
I left behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
World that me blind.
the sands of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried sunken deep,
in darkened where dead men sleep.
fills hands, or is it sand,
The same that everything?
cities stood, soon deserts found,
Now sink beneath the ground.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
I left behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
that left me blind.
This is for the taking,
This is suffocating.
bags of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
Build a tomb to your rust,
Moth-eaten piles of dust.
the sands of the mighty Sahara,
Goes our bold, in seach of gold,
a casket for a world.
Our stands, wealth in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The cheer, to hide their fears
no man lives forever.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills like ever could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
that left me blind.

4 in Memphis,
pay me 5 dollars.
I wrote song and they said they would pay me,
and I to buy a hot dog.

What could this be, too MTV?
Chalk another fad up for its into infamy.
What's in a standard if it all the time?
You're having trouble in defining your own kind.
Need I you, we all knew you before,
you the rocks at the stage from your glass house on the floor?
Now I think punk, just because it's in.
You found a foul mouth and a safety pins.
Got a feeling,
I want to fight no more.
Got a feeling,
I don't if we're punk, or ska, or hardcore,
for you, it's sad but true,
you can call us till your face turns blue.
Our comes from God,
nothing new,
we'll care 'cause we're never cool enough for you.
That smug look on face,
nose up in the air,
your patches say open-minded,
but still you bear,
some punk in with ska.
You it wouldn't work.
you can take your Vespa home 'cause ska made you a jerk.
The turns a deaf ear.
He's an intellect,
Does he his censorship is gaining our respect?
The raising of a fist, like a of a gun.
Stop and see all alike, and we can dance as one.

I walked into the room, and she was right waiting.
Leaning up the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and than some coal,
she set her upon my bootie,
disco in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the with her doors open inviting me inside.
"I want to you home with me",
the sparkle in her eye.
"I would like to honey, but I'm to die."
I got a time bomb,
I it to my chest.
When it I'm out of here,
you can have left.
The room got of quiet,
and you could the fear.
I only the jukebox play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So what's the verdict
When's it blow?"
I just at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
tickin' in the room,
everybody someday,
blows so quick you be,
somewhere where safe.
Thin skinned thinkin',
now you're die,
don't try to the jukebox,
kiss this world good-bye.
What's the deal, you feel,
now in the silence?
Pushing up the now,
there's better for you to diet.
Seeking after wealth,
suckers what suckers dealt,
All your you stuffed your face,
now you're I rest my case.
Got a story to tell,
so you better well.
some old in a church,
got a in her purse.
You rich, she was poor.
You dropped fifties on the floor.
She dropped her with a clank,
she was thinkin' Third World Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
this sorry world and all its worth.
Keep candle burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

Up until the of the 20th century,
many Americans believed in the known as the "Manifest Destiny."
It held that all of America,
from sea to sea,
was rightfully the property of the U.S. and was to us by God.
Native Americans were unscrupulously thrown off homelands
and slaughtered in the of Jesus.
Horror of entire tribes being led through rivers while being baptized,
just to be and scalped on the other side,
rival of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see street corner screaming at passers-by,
while the amount of Neo-Nazi Hate crimes are every day.
All of this a blanket name of "Christianity."
Your Bible.
Jesus never beat people or them into believing in him.
He spoke the
And set an by loving every man.
We are to follow his example.
the Massacres at Sand Creek and meeker.
Those who forget the past are to repeat it.
Some cowboys a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The grass was grazed there,
and spotted like some
The buffalo dead there,
the trees they all through,
and if saw some Injuns,
why would kill them too.
or bust, in God we trust,
"Let's rape, let's kill, steal"
We can almost justify, we feel;
I'm up that ladder,
brownie points for me I'll work my way to Jesus you wait and see.
Said one to another,
"I think it be nice,
if we could take these injuns and convert all to Christ;
See, are all disgusting, and bringing me great pain,
and if they believe me,
put a bullet in their brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how people repent now,
or going to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a brimmed with powder.
If people don't me,
I just them and yell louder.

I see a on a hill,
I see the way to be filled,
mighty wind around us,
Holy burn within us.

Burn. Burn. Burn. Within us, us.
of truth, my eyes deceive me,
me how to see,
Ears hear, my mouth is too dry to speak.
You have searched me, you, you me, there is nothing good inside me.
me, make me clean.
My heart needs so burn inside of me.
Burn our hearts oh God.
me to be still.
Let the tears from our eyes,
all we is Jesus Christ.
We to...

This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it
little light of mine, I'm gonna hold it up, I'm gonna let it.

Johnny's got a grip on a life,
He sucks on the smoke from the in his pipe.
Wrapped his fingers, a noose is loosing slack,
strangling his forearm to fill his with smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a syringe or a full of lead.
at straws and coming up empty,
Carving his life
this somber of hope:
"Kill me."
Sally success M-O-N-E-Y.
If she steps on toes, it's an eye for an eye.
She's up the ladder, she's building up a wall,
to out the world or the fear that she'll fall.
Tightrope thins, never stops.
Money means nothing a 40 floor drop.
her security has worn itself thin,
she's hanging in the closet a rope of her own sin.
Nothing nothing will.
Always skeptic, for the kill
nothing but selfish gain,
filling pockets, again and again.
Selling soul, taking you fill.
Grasping at straws, your own will.
your conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing your for the world, you are left alone.
Some throw bricks windows and yell,
beat their backs for fear of hell.
Two-edged sword that cuts to the joints,
the is narrow, you missed the point.
of sand a pitiful prize.
YOu're yourself, closing your eyes.
The point was eons ago,
chaff in the wind, your gonna blow.
you do, nothing can be new.
What is What is true?
to serve not ourselves, never.
The is God, we will live forever.

If you could find it in your heart.
If you could ever to find some sympathy.
Never ask us to this song, or that song about our pants, or our Kitty-Doggie.
ask us to play Godzilla, or Shut Up, or a song we haven't written yet about that time we did some stuff.

I feel good today,
This I can see it.
This when I see her face,
the words come out right.
I comb my hair, and put on my shirt.
I take one last breath, then I go outside...

Praise the Lord, Everybody praise. Ahhhhh. of th earth, praise.

Give me my sandwich!