Luyện nghe bài hát Give Me Back My Sandwich

Up the sands of the mighty Sahara comes,
Our bold, who so it's told,
is a lot you and me.
His passion burns, the it turns,
He his hand to fill the void,
And fuels the feeling,
Of nothingness his soul.
Feels nothing ever did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
that left me blind.
Beneath the of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried treasure deep,
in tombs where dead men sleep.
fills hands, or is it sand,
The same covers everything?
Where cities stood, deserts found,
Now sink beneath the ground.
Feels nothing ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
World that me blind.
This is for the taking,
world is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
PCP to kill the pain.
Build a to store your rust,
Moth-eaten of blowing dust.
the sands of the mighty Sahara,
Goes our bold, in seach of gold,
a for a dying world.
Our hero stands, in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The masses cheer, to hide their
That no man forever.
Feels like ever did.
Kills like ever could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
that left me blind.

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

What could be, too much MTV?
Chalk another fad up for its fall infamy.
What's in a standard if it all the time?
You're still having trouble in your own kind.
Need I remind you, we all you before,
you threw the at the stage from your glass house on the floor?
Now I think you're punk, just 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 care if punk, or ska, or hardcore,
for you, it's sad but true,
you can call us names till your turns blue.
Our assurance comes God,
nothing new,
we'll care 'cause we're never cool enough for you.
That look on your face,
nose up in the air,
your patches say open-minded,
but still you bear,
some punk in with ska.
You said it work.
Well you can take your Vespa 'cause ska made you a jerk.
The purist turns a ear.
such an intellect,
Does he think his censorship is our respect?
The raising of a fist, like a of a gun.
Stop and see all alike, and we can dance 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 than coal,
she set her gaze my bootie,
with in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress with her open inviting me inside.
"I to take you home with me",
the sparkle in her eye.
"I would 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 have left.
The got kind of quiet,
and you smell the fear.
I heard the jukebox play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So the verdict Mister?
When's it blow?"
I just at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
Time-bomb in the room,
everybody someday,
blows so quick you be,
where it's safe.
Thin skinned thinkin',
now you're die,
don't try to 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 after wealth,
feel what suckers dealt,
All your life you your face,
now dead I rest my case.
Got a story to tell,
so you better well.
some old in a church,
got a in her purse.
You rich, she was poor.
You dropped fifties on the floor.
She her nickel with a clank,
she was thinkin' Third World 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 believed in the known as the "Manifest Destiny."
It held all of North 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 slaughtered in the of Jesus.
Horror stories of entire being led through rivers while being baptized,
just to be and scalped on the other side,
rival of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see corner preachers screaming at passers-by,
while the amount of Neo-Nazi Hate crimes are escalating day.
All of under a blanket name of "Christianity."
Your Bible.
Jesus never beat people or insulted them into in him.
He spoke the
And set an example by every man.
We are called to his example.
Remember the Massacres at Creek and meeker.
Those who forget the are doomed to repeat it.
Some were a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The grass was grazed there,
and spotted like mange;
The buffalo were there,
the they all were through,
and if saw some Injuns,
why they kill them too.
or bust, in God we trust,
"Let's rape, let's kill, steal"
We can justify, anything we feel;
I'm climbing up ladder,
more brownie points for me work my way to Jesus you wait and see.
Said one to another,
"I think it be nice,
if we could take these and convert them all to Christ;
See, are all disgusting, and bringing me great pain,
and if don't believe me,
put a bullet in their brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how people should now,
or they're to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a cannon brimmed 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. us, within us.
Spirit of truth, my deceive 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 good me.
Purge me, me clean.
My heart needs courage so burn 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 little light of mine, I'm let it shine
This little light of mine, I'm 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.
Wrapped around his fingers, a is loosing slack,
strangling his to fill his vewins with smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a syringe or a barrel of lead.
grasping at and coming up empty,
Carving with his
this somber song of
"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 nothing a 40 floor drop.
her security blanket has worn 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 your soul, you fill.
Grasping at straws, your own will.
your conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing life for the world, you are left alone.
throw bricks through windows and yell,
others beat their for fear of hell.
sword that cuts 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,
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 is God, we will live forever.

If you could find it in your heart.
If you could 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 Shut Up, or a song we written yet about that time we did some stuff.

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

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

Give me my sandwich!