Luyện nghe bài hát Give Me Back My Sandwich

Up from the sands of the mighty comes,
Our hero bold, who so told,
is a lot you and me.
His burns, the world it turns,
He fills his to fill the void,
And the constant feeling,
Of inside his soul.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills nothing ever could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
World left me blind.
the sands of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried treasure deep,
in darkened where dead men sleep.
fills hands, or is it sand,
The that covers everything?
Where cities stood, deserts found,
Now beneath the swelling ground.
like nothing ever did.
Kills like ever could.
Dark and world 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 to store your rust,
Moth-eaten of blowing dust.
Under the sands of the Sahara,
Goes our hero bold, in of gold,
a casket for a world.
Our hero stands, in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The masses cheer, to hide fears
no man lives forever.
Feels like ever did.
Kills like ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
I left behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
that left me blind.

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

could this be, too much MTV?
Chalk another fad up for its into infamy.
in a standard if it changes all the time?
You're having trouble in defining your own kind.
I remind 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 want to fight no more.
Got a feeling,
I care if we're punk, or ska, or hardcore,
for you, it's sad but true,
you can call us names till your face blue.
Our assurance from God,
it's new,
we'll never care we're never cool enough for you.
That look on your face,
nose up in the air,
your say you're open-minded,
but you couldn't bear,
some punk thrown in ska.
You it wouldn't work.
you can take your Vespa home 'cause ska made you a jerk.
The purist turns a ear.
such an intellect,
Does he his censorship is gaining our respect?
The raising of a fist, like a of a gun.
Stop and see we're all alike, and we can as one.

I walked the room, and she was right there waiting.
Leaning up the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and blacker than coal,
she set her upon my bootie,
disco in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress with her doors 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.
When it I'm out of here,
you can what's left.
The got kind of quiet,
and you could the fear.
I only heard the jukebox play "A 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,
goes someday,
blows so quick you be,
where it's safe.
Thin skinned thinkin',
now you're die,
try to rock the jukebox,
just this world good-bye.
What's the deal, you feel,
alone now in the
up the daisies now,
there's ways for you to diet.
Seeking after wealth,
feel what suckers dealt,
All your you stuffed your face,
now you're dead I 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 her nickel with a clank,
she was thinkin' World Think Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
ditch this world and all its worth.
your candle burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

Up until the middle of the century,
many Americans believed in the known as the "Manifest Destiny."
It held all of North America,
sea to shining sea,
was rightfully the property of the U.S. and was to us by God.
Native Americans were unscrupulously off their homelands
and slaughtered in the of Jesus.
Horror stories of entire tribes being led through while being baptized,
just to be shot and on the other side,
rival of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see street corner screaming at passers-by,
while the amount of Neo-Nazi Hate 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 spoke the
And set an by loving every man.
We are called to his example.
Remember the 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 like mange;
The buffalo were 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 almost justify, anything we
I'm up that ladder,
more brownie points for me I'll work my way to Jesus you and see.
Said one to another,
"I think it be nice,
if we could take these injuns and convert all to Christ;
See, they are all disgusting, and me great pain,
and if they believe me,
we'll put a bullet in 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 don't believe me,
I just them and yell louder.

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

Burn. Burn. Burn. Within us, us.
Spirit of truth, my eyes me,
me how to see,
Ears hear, my mouth is too dry to speak.
You have searched me, you, you know me, there is nothing inside me.
Purge me, me clean.
My heart needs so burn inside of me.
Burn our hearts oh God.
me to be still.
Let the roll from our eyes,
all we want is Christ.
We to...

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

Johnny's got a grip on a life,
He sucks on the from the dope in his pipe.
Wrapped around his fingers, a noose is slack,
strangling his forearm to his vewins with smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
a syringe or a barrel full of lead.
grasping at and coming up empty,
Carving his life
this somber song of
"Kill me."
Sally success M-O-N-E-Y.
If she steps on some toes, 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.
Money means from a 40 floor drop.
her blanket has worn itself thin,
she's hanging in the closet from a of her own sin.
Nothing nothing will.
Always skeptic, for the kill
nothing but selfish gain,
filling your pockets, and again.
Selling your soul, you fill.
Grasping at straws, your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing your for the world, you are left alone.
Some throw through windows and yell,
beat their backs for fear of hell.
Two-edged sword that cuts to the joints,
the path is narrow, you the point.
Fistful of a pitiful prize.
YOu're blinding yourself, closing eyes.
The was made 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 Lord is God, we live forever.

If you could ever it in your heart.
If you could think to find some sympathy.
Never ask us to play this song, or that 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 when 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, praise. Ahhhhh. People of th earth, praise.

me back my sandwich!