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 burns, the world it turns,
He fills his hand to the void,
And fuels the feeling,
Of nothingness his soul.
like nothing ever did.
Kills like 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 tombs where dead men sleep.
fills hands, or is it sand,
The same that covers
Where stood, soon deserts found,
Now sink the swelling ground.
like nothing ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
that left me blind.
This is for the taking,
world is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
PCP to kill the pain.
Build a tomb to your rust,
piles of blowing dust.
Under the sands of the 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 hide fears
That no man forever.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
I left behind.
I need 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 would pay me,
and I to buy a hot dog.

What could be, too much MTV?
another fad up for its fall into infamy.
What's in a standard if it changes all the
You're having trouble in defining your own kind.
Need I remind you, we all you before,
you threw the rocks at the stage from your house on the floor?
Now I think you're punk, just because in.
You found a mouth and a couple safety pins.
Got a feeling,
I want 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 names till face turns blue.
Our comes from God,
it's 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 still you bear,
some punk thrown in ska.
You said it work.
Well you can take your Vespa 'cause ska made you a jerk.
The purist 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 into the room, and she was right there waiting.
Leaning up the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and blacker some coal,
she set her upon 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 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.
it blows I'm out of here,
you can have left.
The got kind of quiet,
and you smell the fear.
I only heard the play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So what's the Mister?
it gonna blow?"
I winked at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
tickin' in the room,
everybody someday,
blows so you better be,
where it's safe.
Thin skinned thinkin',
now gonna die,
don't try to the jukebox,
just kiss this good-bye.
What's the deal, you feel,
alone now in the
Pushing up the now,
there's better for you to diet.
Seeking after wealth,
suckers feel suckers dealt,
All life 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 dropped some 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 of the 20th century,
many Americans in the idea 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 in the name 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 amount of Neo-Nazi crimes are escalating every day.
All of under a blanket name of "Christianity."
Read Bible.
never beat people or insulted them into believing in him.
He spoke the
And set an example by loving man.
We are to follow his example.
Remember the at Sand Creek and meeker.
Those who forget the past are doomed to it.
Some cowboys a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The grass was grazed there,
and spotted like some
The buffalo dead there,
the they all were 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 up that ladder,
more brownie for me I'll work my way to Jesus you wait and see.
Said one to another,
"I it would be nice,
if we take these injuns and convert them all to Christ;
See, are all disgusting, and bringing me great 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 with 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,
Holy burn within us.

Burn. Burn. Burn. Within us, us.
Spirit of truth, my eyes me,
me how to see,
Ears cannot hear, my is too dry to speak.
You have searched me, you, you know me, there is nothing 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 roll from our eyes,
all we is Jesus Christ.
We to...

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

Johnny's got a grip on a life,
He on the smoke 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,
a syringe or a barrel full of lead.
grasping at straws and up empty,
Carving with his
somber song of hope:
"Kill me."
Sally spells M-O-N-E-Y.
If she steps on toes, it's an eye for an eye.
climbing up the ladder, she's building up a wall,
to block out the world or the that she'll fall.
thins, conviction never stops.
Money means from a 40 floor drop.
her security blanket has worn thin,
she's hanging in the closet from a of her own sin.
changes nothing will.
Always skeptic, primed for the
Seeking 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 life for the world, you are alone.
throw 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.
of sand a pitiful prize.
YOu're blinding yourself, closing eyes.
The point was 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 is God, we will live forever.

If you could find it in your heart.
If you could ever think to find sympathy.
ask us to play this song, or that 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 pretty good today,
This I can see it.
This time I see her face,
the words will out right.
I my hair, and put on my favorite shirt.
I take one last deep breath, I go outside...

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

me back my sandwich!