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 his hand to fill the void,
And the constant feeling,
Of nothingness his soul.
Feels like ever did.
Kills nothing ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
World left me blind.
Beneath the of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried sunken deep,
in darkened tombs where men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The same that covers
cities stood, soon deserts found,
Now sink beneath the ground.
Feels like ever did.
Kills nothing ever could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
that left me blind.
This is for the taking,
world is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
Build a to store your rust,
piles of blowing dust.
Under the of the mighty Sahara,
our hero bold, in seach of gold,
a for a dying world.
Our stands, wealth in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The cheer, to hide their fears
no man lives forever.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and world 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 song and they said they would pay me,
and I to buy a hot dog.

What this be, too much MTV?
Chalk fad up for its fall into infamy.
What's in a if it changes all the time?
still having trouble in defining your own kind.
Need I remind you, we all 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 and a couple safety 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,
for you, it's sad but true,
you can call us names till face turns blue.
Our comes from God,
it's new,
we'll never care 'cause we're never enough for you.
That smug 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 home 'cause ska you a jerk.
The turns a deaf ear.
such an intellect,
Does he think his censorship is 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.
up against the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and blacker than coal,
she set her gaze my bootie,
disco in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress her doors open inviting me inside.
"I to take you home with me",
said the in her eye.
"I like to honey, but I'm about to die."
I got a time bomb,
I it to my chest.
it blows I'm out of here,
you can what's left.
The room got of quiet,
and you smell the fear.
I heard the jukebox play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So the verdict 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,
where it's safe.
Thin thread-bare thinkin',
now gonna die,
try to rock the jukebox,
just kiss this good-bye.
What's the deal, 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 you stuffed your face,
now you're dead I my case.
Got a here to tell,
so you listen 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' World Think Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
ditch sorry world and all its worth.
Keep your burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

Up until the middle of the century,
many believed in the idea known as the "Manifest Destiny."
It held that all of America,
from sea to sea,
was rightfully the of the U.S. and was given to us by God.
Americans were unscrupulously thrown off their homelands
and in the name of Jesus.
Horror stories of tribes being led through rivers while being baptized,
just to be shot and scalped on the side,
those of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see corner preachers screaming at passers-by,
while the of Neo-Nazi Hate crimes are escalating every day.
All of this a blanket name of "Christianity."
Your Bible.
Jesus never people or insulted them into believing in him.
He the truth
And set an example by loving man.
We are called to his example.
the Massacres at Sand Creek and meeker.
Those who forget the past are to repeat it.
Some cowboys were a ridin', on the range;
The was over grazed there,
and spotted some mange;
The were dead there,
the trees they all through,
and if saw some Injuns,
why would kill 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 I'll work my way to Jesus you and see.
Said one to another,
"I it would 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 in their brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how should repent now,
or going to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a cannon brimmed powder.
If people don't me,
I just beat and yell louder.

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

Burn. Burn. Burn. us, within 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, is nothing good inside me.
me, make me clean.
My heart needs courage so inside 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 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 on the smoke from the dope in his pipe.
Wrapped around his fingers, a is loosing slack,
his forearm to fill his vewins with 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 song of
"Kill me."
Sally spells M-O-N-E-Y.
If she on some toes, it's an eye for an eye.
She's climbing up the ladder, she's up a wall,
to block out the world or the that she'll fall.
thins, conviction never stops.
Money means nothing a 40 floor drop.
her security has worn itself thin,
hanging in the closet from a rope of her own sin.
Nothing changes will.
skeptic, primed for the kill
Seeking but selfish gain,
filling pockets, again and again.
Selling your soul, you fill.
at straws, feeding your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
your life for the world, you are left alone.
Some throw bricks through and yell,
others beat their for fear of hell.
Two-edged that cuts flesh to the joints,
the is narrow, you missed the point.
Fistful of a pitiful prize.
blinding yourself, closing your eyes.
The was made eons ago,
chaff in the wind, your life's blow.
you do, nothing can be new.
What is good? What is
Seeking to not ourselves, never.
The Lord is God, we live forever.

If you ever find it in your heart.
If you could ever think to find sympathy.
Never ask us to 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 come out right.
I comb my hair, and put on my shirt.
I take one last deep breath, I go outside...

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

me back my sandwich!