Luyện nghe bài hát Give Me Back My Sandwich

Up from the sands of the mighty comes,
Our hero bold, who so told,
is a lot you and me.
His passion burns, the it turns,
He fills his to fill the void,
And the constant feeling,
Of inside his soul.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
I left behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
that left me blind.
Beneath the sands of the Sahara lies,
Buried treasure deep,
in tombs where dead men sleep.
fills hands, or is it sand,
The that covers everything?
Where stood, soon deserts found,
Now beneath the swelling ground.
Feels like ever did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left behind.
I don't need you, and I don't 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 store rust,
piles of blowing dust.
Under the of the mighty Sahara,
our hero bold, in seach of gold,
a for a dying world.
Our hero stands, in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The cheer, to hide their fears
That no man forever.
Feels like ever did.
Kills nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
that left me blind.

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

What could be, too much MTV?
Chalk fad up for its fall into infamy.
in a standard 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 foul and a couple safety pins.
Got a feeling,
I don't to fight no more.
Got a feeling,
I don't care if punk, or ska, or hardcore,
enough for you, sad but true,
you can call us till your face turns blue.
Our assurance from God,
it's new,
we'll never care 'cause never cool enough for you.
That look on your face,
your up in the air,
patches say you're open-minded,
but you couldn't bear,
punk thrown in with ska.
You said it work.
Well you can take your Vespa 'cause ska made you a jerk.
The purist turns a ear.
He's an intellect,
Does he think his censorship is our respect?
The raising of a fist, a trigger of a gun.
Stop and see all alike, and we can dance as one.

I into the room, and she was right there waiting.
up against the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and blacker than coal,
she set her upon my bootie,
with in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress with her doors open 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 have left.
The got kind of quiet,
and you smell the fear.
I heard the jukebox play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So what's the Mister?
When's it blow?"
I winked at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
Time-bomb in the room,
goes someday,
blows so you better be,
where it's safe.
Thin skinned thinkin',
now gonna die,
don't try to the jukebox,
just kiss world good-bye.
the deal, don't you feel,
alone now in the
up the daisies now,
there's better for you to diet.
Seeking sucker wealth,
suckers what suckers dealt,
All your life you your face,
now you're dead I 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 dropped fifties on the floor.
She dropped her nickel a clank,
she was Third World 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 middle of the century,
many Americans in the idea known as the "Manifest Destiny."
It held all of North America,
sea to shining sea,
was rightfully the of the U.S. and was given to us by God.
Native Americans unscrupulously thrown off their homelands
and slaughtered in the of Jesus.
Horror stories of entire tribes being led through while being baptized,
to be shot and scalped on the other side,
rival those of the Inquisition.
Today, I see street corner screaming at passers-by,
while the of Neo-Nazi Hate crimes are escalating every day.
All of this under a blanket of "Christianity."
Your Bible.
Jesus beat people or insulted them into believing in him.
He the truth
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.
cowboys were a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The grass was grazed there,
and spotted like some
The buffalo were there,
the trees they all through,
and if they saw Injuns,
why they would them too.
or bust, in God we trust,
"Let's rape, let's kill, steal"
We can almost justify, we feel;
I'm climbing up ladder,
more brownie points for me work my way to Jesus you wait and see.
one cowboy to another,
"I think it be nice,
if we take these injuns and convert them all to Christ;
See, they are all disgusting, and me great pain,
and if don't believe me,
we'll put a bullet in brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how people should now,
or they're to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a cannon with powder.
If people don't me,
I just beat them and louder.

I see a on a hill,
I see the way to be filled,
mighty rushing 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 searched me, you, you know me, there is nothing good inside me.
Purge me, 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
This little light of mine, I'm gonna hold it up, I'm 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,
a syringe or a barrel full of lead.
grasping at straws and up empty,
Carving with his
somber 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 up the ladder, she's building up a wall,
to out the world or the fear that she'll fall.
Tightrope thins, never stops.
means nothing from a 40 floor drop.
her blanket has worn itself thin,
she's hanging in the closet a rope of her own sin.
Nothing nothing will.
Always skeptic, for the kill
Seeking but selfish gain,
your pockets, again and again.
Selling soul, taking you fill.
Grasping at straws, feeding own will.
your conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing your for the world, you are left alone.
Some throw bricks through and yell,
beat their backs for fear of hell.
Two-edged sword that cuts to the joints,
the path is narrow, you the point.
of sand a pitiful prize.
YOu're blinding yourself, closing eyes.
The point was eons ago,
chaff in the wind, your life's blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
What is good? What is
to serve not ourselves, never.
The Lord is God, we will forever.

If you could ever it in your heart.
If you ever think to find some sympathy.
ask us to play this song, or that song about our pants, or our Kitty-Doggie.
Never ask us to play Godzilla, or Shut Up, or a song we written 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 one last deep breath, then I go outside...

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

Give me my sandwich!