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 burns, the world it turns,
He fills his to fill the void,
And fuels the feeling,
Of inside his soul.
like nothing ever 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.
Beneath the of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried sunken deep,
in darkened where dead men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The same that everything?
Where stood, soon deserts found,
Now sink beneath the ground.
like nothing ever did.
Kills like ever could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
that left me blind.
This is for the taking,
This is suffocating.
bags of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
Build a tomb to store rust,
Moth-eaten of blowing dust.
Under the sands of the Sahara,
Goes our hero bold, in 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.
like nothing ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
that left 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 could this be, too much
Chalk fad up for its fall into infamy.
in a standard if it changes all the time?
You're still having trouble in defining own kind.
Need I 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 because in.
You found a foul and a couple safety pins.
Got a feeling,
I don't 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 'cause we're never enough for you.
That look on your face,
nose up in the air,
your say you're open-minded,
but still you bear,
punk thrown in with ska.
You it wouldn't work.
Well you can take your Vespa home 'cause ska you a jerk.
The purist a deaf ear.
He's an intellect,
Does he think his is gaining 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 the room, and she was right there waiting.
Leaning up the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and than some coal,
she set her gaze my bootie,
disco in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the with her doors open inviting me inside.
"I want to you home with me",
the sparkle 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 have left.
The room got 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 winked at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
Time-bomb in the room,
goes someday,
blows so you better be,
somewhere where safe.
skinned thread-bare thinkin',
now gonna die,
don't try to the jukebox,
just this world good-bye.
What's the deal, you feel,
now in the silence?
Pushing up the now,
there's ways for you to diet.
after sucker wealth,
suckers feel suckers dealt,
All your you stuffed 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 dropped her with a clank,
she was Third 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 Americans 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.
Native Americans were unscrupulously off their homelands
and in the name of Jesus.
Horror of entire tribes being led through rivers 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 Hate crimes are escalating every day.
All of this under a name of "Christianity."
Your Bible.
Jesus never beat people or insulted them believing in him.
He spoke the
And set an by loving every man.
We are to follow his example.
the Massacres at Sand Creek and meeker.
Those who the past are doomed to repeat it.
Some cowboys a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The grass was over there,
and like some mange;
The were dead there,
the trees they all through,
and if they saw Injuns,
why they kill them too.
or bust, in God we trust,
"Let's rape, kill, let's steal"
We can almost justify, anything we
I'm climbing up ladder,
more points for me I'll work my way to Jesus you wait and see.
one cowboy to another,
"I it would be nice,
if we could take these and convert them all to Christ;
See, they are all disgusting, and bringing me pain,
and if they don't me,
put a bullet in their 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 burn within us.

Burn. Burn. Burn. us, within us.
Spirit of truth, my eyes me,
me how to see,
Ears cannot hear, my is too dry to speak.
You have searched me, you, you know me, there is good inside me.
Purge me, me clean.
My heart needs courage so inside 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
little light of mine, I'm gonna hold it up, I'm gonna let it.

Johnny's got a on a blissful life,
He sucks on the from the dope in his pipe.
around 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
somber song of hope:
"Kill me."
Sally spells M-O-N-E-Y.
If she on some toes, it's an eye for an eye.
climbing up the ladder, she's building up a wall,
to block out the world or the fear that fall.
thins, conviction never stops.
Money means nothing a 40 floor drop.
her security blanket has itself thin,
hanging in the closet from a rope of her own sin.
Nothing nothing will.
Always skeptic, for the kill
nothing but selfish gain,
filling pockets, again and again.
Selling soul, taking you fill.
at straws, feeding your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing life for the world, you are left alone.
Some throw bricks through and yell,
others beat their for fear of hell.
Two-edged sword that cuts to the joints,
the path is narrow, you the point.
of sand a pitiful prize.
YOu're 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 What is true?
to serve not ourselves, never.
The is God, we will live forever.

If you ever find it in your heart.
If you ever think to find some sympathy.
Never ask us to play 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 feel 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...

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

Give me my sandwich!