Luyện nghe bài hát Give Me Back My Sandwich

Up from the 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 like ever did.
Kills nothing ever could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
that left me blind.
Beneath the sands of the Sahara lies,
treasure sunken deep,
in darkened where dead men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The that covers everything?
cities stood, soon deserts found,
Now sink the swelling ground.
Feels like ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
that left me blind.
This is for the taking,
This is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
Build a tomb to 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 fears
That no man forever.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
World 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.

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 still having trouble in defining 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, just it's in.
You found a foul mouth and a safety pins.
Got a feeling,
I want 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 your face turns blue.
Our assurance comes God,
nothing new,
we'll never 'cause we're never cool enough for you.
smug look 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 it wouldn't work.
you can take your Vespa home 'cause ska made you a jerk.
The purist a deaf 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 we're all alike, and we can 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 doors open me inside.
"I to take you home with me",
said the in her eye.
"I would like to honey, but I'm to die."
I have got a bomb,
I it to my chest.
it blows I'm out of here,
you can what's left.
The got kind of quiet,
and you smell the fear.
I only the jukebox play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So what's the verdict
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 gonna die,
don't try to the jukebox,
just this world good-bye.
the deal, don't you feel,
alone now in the
Pushing up the now,
there's ways for you to diet.
Seeking sucker wealth,
suckers feel what dealt,
All your life you your face,
now you're I rest my case.
Got a here 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 with a clank,
she was Third World Think Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
ditch this sorry and all its worth.
Keep your burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

Up the middle of the 20th century,
Americans believed in the idea known as the "Manifest Destiny."
It that all of North America,
from sea to sea,
was the property of the U.S. and was given 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,
to be shot and scalped on the other side,
rival of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see street corner screaming at passers-by,
while the amount of Neo-Nazi crimes are escalating every day.
All of this under a blanket of "Christianity."
Read Bible.
Jesus never beat 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 Massacres at Sand and meeker.
Those who forget the past are to repeat it.
Some cowboys were a ridin', on the range;
The grass was over there,
and spotted like some
The buffalo dead 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, kill, let's steal"
We can almost justify, we feel;
I'm climbing up ladder,
brownie points for me I'll work my way to Jesus you wait and see.
Said one to another,
"I think it be nice,
if we could these injuns and convert them all to Christ;
See, are all disgusting, and bringing me great pain,
and if they believe me,
put a bullet in their brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how people repent now,
or they're to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a brimmed with powder.
If don't believe me,
I beat them and yell louder.

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

Burn. Burn. Burn. Within us, us.
of truth, my eyes deceive me,
me how to see,
Ears cannot hear, my is too dry to speak.
You have searched me, you, you me, there is nothing good inside me.
me, make me clean.
My heart needs courage so burn of me.
Burn within our 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 let it shine
This little light of mine, I'm hold it up, I'm gonna let it.

Johnny's got a on a blissful life,
He sucks on the smoke the dope in his pipe.
Wrapped his fingers, a noose is loosing slack,
strangling his forearm to his vewins with smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a syringe or a barrel of lead.
at straws and coming up empty,
Carving with his
this song of hope:
"Kill me."
Sally spells M-O-N-E-Y.
If she steps on 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, never stops.
Money means from a 40 floor drop.
her blanket has worn itself thin,
she's in the closet from a rope of her own sin.
Nothing changes will.
skeptic, primed for the kill
Seeking nothing but gain,
filling your pockets, and again.
your soul, taking you fill.
Grasping at straws, feeding own will.
your conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing your for the world, you are left alone.
Some throw bricks through and yell,
others beat backs for fear of hell.
Two-edged sword cuts flesh to the joints,
the path is narrow, you the point.
of sand a pitiful prize.
YOu're blinding yourself, your eyes.
The was made eons ago,
chaff in the wind, your life's blow.
you do, nothing can be new.
What is What is true?
Seeking to not ourselves, never.
The is God, we will live forever.

If you could ever it in your heart.
If you ever 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 Shut Up, or a song we haven't written yet about time we did some stuff.

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

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

Give me my sandwich!