Luyện nghe bài hát Give Me Back My Sandwich

Up the sands of the mighty Sahara comes,
Our bold, who so it's told,
is a lot you and me.
His passion burns, the it turns,
He fills his to fill the void,
And fuels the feeling,
Of inside his soul.
Feels like 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 mighty lies,
treasure sunken deep,
in tombs where dead men sleep.
fills hands, or is it sand,
The same that everything?
Where cities stood, deserts found,
Now beneath the swelling 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,
World 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 hero bold, in of gold,
a casket for a world.
Our hero stands, in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The masses cheer, to their fears
no man lives forever.
Feels nothing ever did.
Kills nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
World left me blind.

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

What this be, too much MTV?
Chalk fad up for its fall into infamy.
What's in a standard if it all the time?
You're still having trouble in defining 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 think you're punk, just it's in.
You found a foul mouth and a safety pins.
Got a feeling,
I don't want to no more.
Got a feeling,
I don't care if punk, or ska, or hardcore,
for you, it's sad but true,
you can call us names till your face blue.
Our assurance from God,
nothing new,
we'll care 'cause we're never cool enough for you.
smug look on your face,
your up in the air,
your patches say open-minded,
but still you bear,
some punk in with ska.
You said it work.
Well you can your Vespa home 'cause ska made you a jerk.
The purist a deaf ear.
He's an intellect,
Does he think his is gaining our respect?
The raising of a fist, a trigger of a gun.
Stop and see we're all alike, and we can as one.

I walked into the room, and she was there waiting.
up against 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 temptress with her doors inviting me inside.
"I want to take you home me",
said the in her eye.
"I would like to honey, but I'm to die."
I have got a bomb,
I it to my chest.
When it I'm out of here,
you can what's left.
The got kind of quiet,
and you smell the fear.
I only heard the jukebox "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 where safe.
Thin thread-bare thinkin',
now you're die,
don't try to the jukebox,
just kiss this good-bye.
What's the deal, you feel,
alone now in the
up the daisies now,
there's ways for you to diet.
Seeking sucker wealth,
suckers feel suckers dealt,
All life you stuffed your face,
now dead I rest 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 some 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.
your candle 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 that all of North America,
from sea to sea,
was rightfully the of the U.S. and was given to us by God.
Native Americans were unscrupulously thrown off homelands
and slaughtered in the of Jesus.
stories of entire tribes being led through rivers while being baptized,
just to be shot and scalped on the side,
those of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see street preachers screaming at passers-by,
while the amount of Neo-Nazi Hate crimes are 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 example by every man.
We are to follow his example.
Remember the Massacres at Creek and meeker.
Those who the past are doomed to repeat it.
cowboys were a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The was over grazed there,
and spotted like mange;
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, kill, let's steal"
We can almost justify, we feel;
I'm climbing up ladder,
more brownie points for me I'll work my way to Jesus you and see.
Said one to another,
"I think it be nice,
if we could take injuns and convert them all to Christ;
See, they are all disgusting, and bringing me pain,
and if they don't me,
put a bullet in their brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how people repent now,
or they're 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 burn within us.

Burn. Burn. Burn. Within us, us.
Spirit of truth, my deceive me,
me how to see,
Ears cannot hear, my is too dry to speak.
You have searched me, you, you me, there is nothing good inside me.
Purge me, me clean.
My needs courage so burn inside of me.
Burn within our oh God.
me to be still.
Let the roll from our eyes,
all we want is 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.
around his fingers, a noose is loosing slack,
strangling his forearm to fill his with 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
this song 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 climbing up the ladder, she's up a wall,
to block out the world or the that she'll fall.
Tightrope thins, never stops.
Money means from a 40 floor drop.
her security has worn itself thin,
hanging in the closet from a rope of her own sin.
Nothing nothing will.
Always skeptic, primed for the
Seeking but selfish gain,
filling your pockets, and again.
Selling soul, taking you fill.
at straws, feeding your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
your life for the world, you are left alone.
Some throw bricks windows and yell,
others beat their for fear of hell.
Two-edged that cuts flesh to the joints,
the is narrow, you missed the point.
of sand a pitiful prize.
YOu're blinding yourself, your eyes.
The point was made ago,
chaff in the wind, life's gonna blow.
you do, nothing can be new.
What is good? What is
Seeking to not ourselves, never.
The is God, we will live forever.

If you could find it in your heart.
If you could ever think to find sympathy.
Never ask us to play this song, or that 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 pretty good today,
This I can see it.
This time I see her face,
the words will out right.
I my hair, and put on my favorite shirt.
I take one last breath, then I go outside...

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

me back my sandwich!