Luyện nghe bài hát Give Me Back My Sandwich

Up the sands of the mighty Sahara 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 fuels the feeling,
Of inside his soul.
Feels like ever did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
that left me blind.
Beneath the of the mighty Sahara lies,
treasure sunken deep,
in darkened tombs where men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The same that covers
Where stood, soon deserts found,
Now sink the swelling ground.
Feels like ever did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
I left behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
that left me blind.
This 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 sands of the Sahara,
our hero bold, in seach of gold,
a casket for a world.
Our stands, wealth in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The masses cheer, to hide their
no man lives forever.
Feels nothing ever did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
World 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 this be, too MTV?
Chalk another fad up for its into infamy.
What's in a standard if it all the time?
You're still having in defining your own kind.
I remind you, we all knew you before,
you threw the rocks at the stage from your glass house on the
Now I think punk, just because it's in.
You found a foul mouth and a couple pins.
Got a feeling,
I don't to fight no more.
Got a feeling,
I don't 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 from God,
nothing new,
we'll never care 'cause never cool enough for you.
smug look on your face,
your up in the air,
patches say you're open-minded,
but you couldn't bear,
some thrown in with ska.
You it wouldn't work.
Well you can take Vespa home 'cause ska made you a jerk.
The turns a deaf ear.
He's an intellect,
Does he his censorship is gaining our respect?
The of a fist, like a trigger of a gun.
Stop and see 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 than some coal,
she set her upon my bootie,
disco 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",
the sparkle 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 have left.
The room got of quiet,
and you could the fear.
I only heard the jukebox play "A is in My Beer".
"So the verdict Mister?
When's it blow?"
I just at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
tickin' in the room,
everybody someday,
blows so quick you be,
somewhere where safe.
Thin skinned thinkin',
now gonna die,
don't try to the jukebox,
just kiss this good-bye.
the deal, don't you feel,
alone now in the
Pushing up the now,
there's better for you to diet.
Seeking after wealth,
suckers feel what dealt,
All your life you stuffed face,
now you're I rest my case.
Got a story to tell,
so you better well.
old lady in a church,
got a in her purse.
You rich, she was poor.
You dropped some on the floor.
She dropped her nickel a clank,
she was Third World Think Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
ditch this world and all its worth.
Keep your burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

Up the middle of the 20th century,
many Americans believed in the idea 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 were unscrupulously thrown off their homelands
and in the name of Jesus.
Horror of entire tribes being led through rivers while being baptized,
to be shot and scalped on the other side,
rival those of the Inquisition.
Today, I see street corner preachers at passers-by,
while the amount of Neo-Nazi crimes are escalating every day.
All of this under a name of "Christianity."
Read Bible.
Jesus never beat people or insulted them believing in him.
He spoke the
And set an example by loving man.
We are called to his example.
Remember the Massacres at Sand and meeker.
Those who forget the past are doomed to it.
Some cowboys were a ridin', on the range;
The was over grazed there,
and spotted like some
The buffalo dead there,
the trees they all through,
and if they saw Injuns,
why they would kill too.
or bust, in God we trust,
"Let's rape, kill, let's 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 it would be nice,
if we could take these 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 should repent now,
or going to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a brimmed with powder.
If people don't me,
I beat them and yell louder.

I see a on a hill,
I see the way to be filled,
mighty wind around us,
Holy Spirit burn 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 good inside me.
me, make me clean.
My heart courage 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 light 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 from the dope in his pipe.
around his fingers, a noose is loosing slack,
strangling his forearm to fill his vewins smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a syringe or a barrel of lead.
grasping at and coming up empty,
Carving his life
this somber of hope:
"Kill me."
spells success M-O-N-E-Y.
If she on some 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, conviction stops.
Money means from a 40 floor drop.
her blanket has worn itself thin,
she's in the closet from a rope of her own sin.
changes nothing will.
Always skeptic, primed for the
Seeking nothing but gain,
filling your pockets, and again.
Selling soul, taking you fill.
at straws, feeding your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing your life for the world, you are alone.
Some throw through windows and yell,
others their backs for fear of hell.
sword that cuts flesh to the joints,
the path is narrow, you the point.
of sand a pitiful prize.
YOu're blinding yourself, your eyes.
The point was made ago,
in the wind, your life's gonna blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
is good? What is true?
Seeking to not ourselves, never.
The is God, we will live forever.

If you ever find it in your heart.
If you could ever 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 haven't written yet about that time we did stuff.

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

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

Give me my sandwich!