Luyện nghe bài hát Give Me Back My Sandwich

Up from the of the mighty 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 fuels the feeling,
Of nothingness his soul.
Feels like ever did.
Kills nothing ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
World that me blind.
the sands of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried sunken deep,
in tombs where dead men sleep.
fills hands, or is it sand,
The that covers everything?
Where stood, soon deserts found,
Now sink the swelling ground.
Feels like nothing did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
World that me blind.
world is for the taking,
This is suffocating.
bags of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
Build a to store your rust,
Moth-eaten piles of 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 cheer, to hide their fears
That no man forever.
Feels like ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
that 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 this be, too much
Chalk another fad up for its into infamy.
What's in a standard if it changes all the
You're still trouble in defining your own kind.
I remind you, we all knew you before,
you threw the rocks at the stage from glass house on the floor?
Now I think you're punk, because it's in.
You found a mouth 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,
enough for you, sad but true,
you can call us names till your turns blue.
Our assurance from God,
it's new,
never care 'cause we're never cool enough for you.
That smug on your face,
nose up in the air,
your say you're open-minded,
but you couldn't bear,
some punk in with ska.
You said it work.
you can take your Vespa home 'cause ska made you a jerk.
The purist turns a ear.
such an intellect,
Does he think his is gaining 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 there waiting.
up against the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and than some coal,
she set her gaze my bootie,
with in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress with her doors open me inside.
"I want to take you home me",
the sparkle in her eye.
"I would like to honey, but I'm 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 only heard the play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So what's the verdict
When's it 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 thread-bare thinkin',
now you're die,
don't try to the jukebox,
just kiss this good-bye.
the deal, don't you feel,
alone now in the
up the daisies now,
there's ways for you to diet.
Seeking after wealth,
suckers what suckers dealt,
All your life you your face,
now dead I rest my case.
Got a story to tell,
so you better well.
old lady in a church,
got a in her purse.
You rich, she was poor.
You some fifties on the floor.
She dropped her nickel a clank,
she was thinkin' World Think Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
ditch sorry 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,
from sea to sea,
was rightfully the property of the U.S. and was to us by God.
Americans were unscrupulously thrown 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 preachers screaming at passers-by,
while the amount of Hate crimes are escalating every day.
All of this a blanket name of "Christianity."
Your Bible.
Jesus never beat people or insulted into believing in him.
He spoke the
And set an example by every man.
We are to follow his example.
Remember the Massacres at 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 like some mange;
The were dead there,
the trees they all through,
and if they saw Injuns,
why they would them too.
or bust, in God we trust,
"Let's rape, kill, let's steal"
We can justify, anything we feel;
I'm up that ladder,
more brownie points for me I'll work my way to you wait and see.
one cowboy to another,
"I think it be nice,
if we could these injuns and convert them all to Christ;
See, they are all disgusting, and me great pain,
and if they believe me,
put a bullet in their brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how people should now,
or going to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a brimmed with powder.
If people don't me,
I beat 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. us, within us.
of truth, my eyes 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 so burn inside of me.
Burn our hearts oh God.
me to be still.
Let the tears roll our eyes,
all we want is Christ.
We to...

This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it
This little light of mine, I'm 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 his fingers, a noose is loosing slack,
his forearm to fill 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,
with his life
this somber of hope:
"Kill me."
Sally success 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.
Tightrope thins, never stops.
Money means nothing from a 40 drop.
her security blanket has itself thin,
she's hanging in the from a rope of her own sin.
Nothing changes will.
Always skeptic, primed for the
nothing but selfish gain,
filling your pockets, and again.
Selling soul, taking you fill.
Grasping at straws, your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing your for the world, you are left alone.
throw bricks through windows and yell,
others beat backs for fear of hell.
Two-edged sword that cuts to the joints,
the is narrow, you missed the point.
of sand a pitiful prize.
YOu're blinding yourself, your eyes.
The was made eons ago,
in the wind, your life's gonna blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
What is good? is true?
to serve not ourselves, never.
The Lord is God, we will forever.

If you ever find it in your heart.
If you could ever think to find 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 haven't yet about that time we did some stuff.

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

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

me back my sandwich!