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 passion burns, the it turns,
He his hand to fill the void,
And the constant feeling,
Of nothingness his soul.
Feels like nothing did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
World that me blind.
Beneath the of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried treasure deep,
in tombs where dead men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The that covers everything?
Where cities stood, deserts found,
Now sink the swelling ground.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills nothing ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
World left me blind.
world 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 hero stands, in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The masses cheer, to their fears
no man lives forever.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
I left behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
World left 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.

could this be, too much MTV?
Chalk fad up for its fall into infamy.
What's in a if it changes all the time?
You're still having in defining your own kind.
Need I you, we all knew you before,
you threw the rocks at the from your glass house on the floor?
Now I think punk, just because it's in.
You found a mouth and a couple 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 face turns blue.
Our assurance from God,
it's new,
we'll never 'cause we're never cool enough for you.
That smug look on face,
your up in the air,
your patches say open-minded,
but still you bear,
some punk in with ska.
You it wouldn't work.
Well you can take your Vespa 'cause ska made you a jerk.
The purist turns a ear.
such an intellect,
Does he think his is gaining our respect?
The raising of a fist, a trigger 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 blacker than coal,
she set her upon my bootie,
disco in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress her doors open inviting me inside.
"I to take you home with me",
said the in her eye.
"I would to honey, but I'm about 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 could the fear.
I only the jukebox play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So what's the Mister?
it gonna blow?"
I just at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
Time-bomb in the room,
goes someday,
blows so you better be,
somewhere where safe.
Thin thread-bare thinkin',
now you're die,
try to rock the jukebox,
just this world 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,
feel what suckers dealt,
All your you stuffed your face,
now you're I rest my case.
Got a story 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 Think Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
ditch sorry world and all its worth.
Keep candle burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

Up until the middle of the century,
many Americans in the idea known as the "Manifest Destiny."
It that all of North America,
sea to shining sea,
was rightfully the of the U.S. and was given to us by God.
Native Americans were thrown off their homelands
and slaughtered in the of Jesus.
Horror stories of entire being led through rivers while being baptized,
just to be shot and on the other side,
those of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see street preachers screaming at passers-by,
the amount of Neo-Nazi Hate crimes are escalating every day.
All of under a blanket name of "Christianity."
Read Bible.
Jesus never beat people or insulted them believing in him.
He spoke the
And set an example by every man.
We are to follow his example.
Remember the Massacres at Creek and meeker.
Those who forget the past are to repeat it.
Some cowboys were a ridin', on the range;
The grass was grazed there,
and spotted like mange;
The buffalo dead there,
the they all were through,
and if they saw Injuns,
why they kill them too.
or bust, in God we trust,
"Let's rape, kill, let's steal"
We can almost justify, we feel;
I'm up that 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 these injuns and convert all to Christ;
See, they are all disgusting, and me great pain,
and if they don't 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 brimmed with powder.
If don't believe me,
I beat them and yell louder.

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

Burn. Burn. Burn. us, within 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, is nothing good inside me.
Purge me, me clean.
My heart courage so burn inside of me.
Burn within our 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 gonna let it
This little 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 from the dope 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 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 some toes, an eye for an eye.
climbing up the ladder, she's building up a wall,
to block out the world or the fear that fall.
Tightrope thins, conviction stops.
Money nothing from a 40 floor drop.
her security blanket has itself thin,
she's hanging in the from a rope of her own sin.
Nothing changes will.
Always skeptic, primed for the
nothing but selfish gain,
filling pockets, again and again.
your soul, taking you fill.
Grasping at straws, feeding own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing your for the world, you are left alone.
Some bricks through windows and yell,
others beat their backs for of hell.
Two-edged sword that flesh to the joints,
the is narrow, you missed the point.
Fistful of sand a prize.
blinding yourself, closing your eyes.
The point was eons ago,
in the wind, your life's gonna blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
What is good? is true?
Seeking to not ourselves, never.
The Lord is God, we will forever.

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

I feel good today,
This I can see it.
This time I see her face,
the will come 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!