Luyện nghe bài hát Give Me Back My Sandwich

Up from the sands of the mighty comes,
Our bold, who so it's told,
is a lot you and me.
His passion burns, the it turns,
He his hand to fill the void,
And fuels the feeling,
Of nothingness his soul.
like nothing ever did.
Kills like ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
World that me blind.
Beneath the of the mighty Sahara lies,
treasure sunken deep,
in darkened where dead men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The same that everything?
Where cities stood, deserts found,
Now sink the swelling ground.
Feels like ever did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
that left me blind.
This is for the taking,
world is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
PCP to kill the pain.
Build a to store your rust,
Moth-eaten of blowing dust.
Under the sands of the Sahara,
our hero bold, in seach of gold,
a for a dying world.
Our hero stands, in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The masses cheer, to hide their
That no man forever.
Feels nothing ever did.
Kills nothing ever could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I 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 be, too much MTV?
Chalk another fad up for its into infamy.
What's in a if it changes 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 think you're punk, just because in.
You found a foul and a couple safety pins.
Got a feeling,
I don't to fight no more.
Got a feeling,
I care if we're punk, or ska, or hardcore,
enough for you, sad but true,
you can us names till your face turns blue.
Our assurance comes God,
nothing new,
we'll never care 'cause we're never enough for you.
That smug on your face,
nose up in the air,
your patches say open-minded,
but you couldn't bear,
some punk thrown in ska.
You said it work.
Well you can take your Vespa home ska made you a jerk.
The turns a deaf ear.
He's an intellect,
he think his censorship is gaining our respect?
The raising of a fist, a trigger of a gun.
and see we're 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 gaze my bootie,
with in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress with her doors inviting me inside.
"I to take you home with me",
the sparkle in her eye.
"I like 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 smell 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,
everybody someday,
blows so you better be,
somewhere where safe.
Thin skinned thinkin',
now you're die,
don't try to the jukebox,
just kiss world good-bye.
the deal, don't you feel,
alone now in the
Pushing up the now,
there's better for you to diet.
Seeking sucker wealth,
suckers what suckers dealt,
All your you stuffed your face,
now dead 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 some fifties on the floor.
She dropped her with a clank,
she was thinkin' Third Think 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 in the idea known as the "Manifest Destiny."
It held all of North America,
from sea to sea,
was rightfully the property of the U.S. and was to us by God.
Native Americans were unscrupulously off their homelands
and slaughtered in the of Jesus.
Horror stories of entire tribes being led through rivers being baptized,
just to be shot and scalped on the side,
those of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see street corner screaming at passers-by,
the amount of Neo-Nazi Hate crimes are escalating every day.
All of under a blanket name of "Christianity."
Your Bible.
Jesus beat people or insulted them into believing in him.
He spoke the
And set an by loving every man.
We are called to his example.
Remember the Massacres at Creek and meeker.
Those who the past are doomed to repeat it.
Some cowboys were a ridin', ridin' on the
The grass was over there,
and spotted some mange;
The buffalo dead there,
the trees all were through,
and if they saw 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,
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 them all to
See, they are all disgusting, and bringing me pain,
and if don't believe me,
we'll put a bullet in brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how should repent now,
or going to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a brimmed with powder.
If people believe me,
I just beat and yell louder.

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

Burn. Burn. Burn. us, within 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.
Purge me, me clean.
My heart needs courage so burn of me.
Burn within our oh God.
me to be still.
Let the tears from our eyes,
all we is Jesus Christ.
We to...

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

Johnny's got a on a blissful life,
He sucks on the smoke the dope in his pipe.
Wrapped around his fingers, a noose is slack,
strangling his forearm to his vewins with smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
a syringe or a barrel full of lead.
grasping at and coming up empty,
with his life
this song of hope:
"Kill me."
Sally spells M-O-N-E-Y.
If she steps on toes, it's an eye for an eye.
She's climbing up the ladder, building up a wall,
to block out the or the fear that she'll fall.
thins, conviction never stops.
Money means nothing a 40 floor drop.
her security has worn itself thin,
she's in the closet from a rope of her own sin.
changes nothing will.
Always skeptic, primed for the
nothing but selfish gain,
filling pockets, again and again.
Selling your soul, you fill.
Grasping at straws, your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing your life for the world, you are alone.
Some throw bricks windows and yell,
others beat backs for fear of hell.
Two-edged sword that cuts to the joints,
the path is narrow, you the point.
Fistful of sand a prize.
YOu're yourself, closing your eyes.
The was made eons ago,
in the wind, your life's gonna blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
What is What is true?
Seeking to not ourselves, never.
The Lord is God, we will 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 song about our pants, or our Kitty-Doggie.
Never ask us to play Godzilla, or Shut Up, or a we haven't written yet about that time we did some stuff.

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

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

Give me my sandwich!