Luyện nghe bài hát Give Me Back My Sandwich

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

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

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

I walked the room, and she was right there waiting.
Leaning up the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and blacker some coal,
she set her gaze my bootie,
with in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the with her doors open inviting me inside.
"I want to take you with me",
said the 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 heard the play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So what's the Mister?
it gonna blow?"
I just at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
tickin' in the room,
everybody someday,
blows so you better be,
somewhere it's safe.
skinned thread-bare thinkin',
now you're die,
try to rock the jukebox,
just 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.
after sucker wealth,
suckers what suckers dealt,
All your life you your face,
now you're dead I my case.
Got a here to tell,
so you listen well.
old lady in a church,
got a in her purse.
You rich, she was poor.
You dropped fifties on the floor.
She her nickel with a clank,
she was thinkin' Third World Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
ditch sorry world and all its worth.
Keep your burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

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

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

Burn. Burn. Burn. Within us, us.
Spirit of truth, my deceive me,
me how to see,
Ears hear, my mouth is too dry to speak.
You have searched me, you, you know me, there is nothing inside me.
Purge me, me clean.
My heart needs courage so inside of me.
within our hearts oh God.
me to be still.
Let the tears roll our eyes,
all we want is Christ.
We to...

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

Johnny's got a on a blissful life,
He sucks on the from the dope in his pipe.
Wrapped around his fingers, a is loosing slack,
strangling his forearm to fill his vewins smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a or a barrel full of lead.
grasping at straws and up empty,
Carving his life
somber song of hope:
"Kill me."
Sally spells M-O-N-E-Y.
If she on some toes, it's an eye for an eye.
She's climbing up the ladder, she's up a wall,
to block out the or the fear that she'll fall.
Tightrope thins, never stops.
Money means nothing from a 40 drop.
her security blanket has worn 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 your pockets, and again.
Selling your soul, you fill.
Grasping at straws, your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing life for the world, you are left alone.
throw bricks through windows and yell,
others beat their backs for of hell.
Two-edged sword that flesh to the joints,
the path is narrow, you the point.
Fistful of sand a prize.
blinding yourself, closing your eyes.
The point was made ago,
chaff in the wind, your gonna blow.
you do, nothing can be new.
What is good? is true?
to serve not ourselves, never.
The Lord is God, we will forever.

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

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

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

me back my sandwich!