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 fills his to fill the void,
And the constant feeling,
Of inside his soul.
Feels like ever did.
Kills nothing ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
World that me blind.
Beneath the of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried sunken deep,
in darkened tombs dead men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The that covers everything?
Where stood, soon deserts found,
Now beneath the swelling ground.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
that left me blind.
This is for the taking,
This is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
PCP to kill the pain.
Build a tomb to store rust,
Moth-eaten of blowing dust.
Under the sands of the Sahara,
our hero bold, in seach of gold,
a casket for a world.
Our hero stands, in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The cheer, to hide their fears
That no man forever.
like nothing ever did.
Kills like ever could.
and jaded world 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 be, too much MTV?
Chalk another fad up for its into infamy.
What's in a standard if it all the time?
still having trouble 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 you're 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 if we're punk, or ska, or hardcore,
enough for you, sad but true,
you can call us names your face turns blue.
Our assurance from God,
nothing new,
we'll never care 'cause we're cool enough for you.
smug look on your face,
your up in the air,
your say you're open-minded,
but you couldn't bear,
some punk thrown in 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 of a fist, like 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 right waiting.
Leaning up the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and blacker some coal,
she set her gaze my bootie,
disco in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress with her open inviting me inside.
"I want to take you home me",
said the 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 have left.
The room got of quiet,
and you could the fear.
I only heard the jukebox "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So the verdict Mister?
When's it blow?"
I winked at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
tickin' in the room,
everybody someday,
blows so quick you be,
where it's safe.
Thin thread-bare thinkin',
now gonna die,
don't try to the jukebox,
just kiss world good-bye.
What's the deal, you feel,
now in the silence?
Pushing up the now,
there's ways for you to diet.
Seeking after wealth,
suckers feel suckers dealt,
All your life you stuffed face,
now you're I rest my case.
Got a here to tell,
so you better 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,
ditch 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 believed in the known as the "Manifest Destiny."
It held that all of America,
sea to shining sea,
was rightfully the property of the U.S. and was 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 rivers being baptized,
just to be and scalped on the other side,
rival of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see street corner screaming at passers-by,
while the of Neo-Nazi Hate crimes are escalating every day.
All of this a blanket name of "Christianity."
Read Bible.
Jesus never people or insulted them into believing in him.
He spoke the
And set an by loving every man.
We are called to 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 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,
more brownie points for me work my way to Jesus you wait and see.
one cowboy to another,
"I it would 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 believe me,
we'll put a in their brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how people repent now,
or going to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a cannon brimmed powder.
If people don't me,
I just 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.
of truth, my eyes deceive me,
me how to see,
Ears hear, my mouth is too dry to speak.
You have me, you, you know me, there is nothing good inside me.
me, make me clean.
My heart needs so burn inside of me.
within our hearts oh God.
me to be still.
Let the tears roll our eyes,
all we is Jesus Christ.
We to...

This little light of mine, I'm let it shine
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 vewins smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a or a barrel full of lead.
grasping at straws and up empty,
with his life
this somber of hope:
"Kill me."
spells success 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 world or the fear that 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.
changes nothing will.
Always skeptic, primed for the
nothing but selfish gain,
filling pockets, again and again.
Selling soul, taking you fill.
Grasping at straws, your own will.
your conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing life for the world, you are left alone.
Some throw bricks through and yell,
others their backs 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 yourself, closing your eyes.
The was made eons ago,
chaff in the wind, your life's 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 ever it in your heart.
If you ever 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 Up, or a song we haven't written yet about that time we did some stuff.

I feel good today,
This I can see it.
time 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...

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

Give me my sandwich!