Luyện nghe bài hát Give Me Back My Sandwich

Up from the sands of the Sahara comes,
Our bold, who so it's 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 inside his soul.
Feels like ever did.
Kills like ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
World that me blind.
Beneath the sands of the Sahara lies,
Buried treasure deep,
in tombs where dead men sleep.
fills hands, or is it sand,
The same that covers
cities stood, soon deserts found,
Now sink beneath the ground.
Feels nothing ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and world 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.
Plastic of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
a tomb to store your rust,
Moth-eaten piles of dust.
the sands of the mighty Sahara,
Goes our hero bold, in 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 ever 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 this be, too much MTV?
another fad up for its fall into infamy.
What's in a if it changes all the time?
You're still having in defining your own kind.
Need I remind you, we all 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 want to 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 your face turns blue.
Our assurance from God,
nothing new,
we'll never care 'cause we're never cool for you.
That look on your face,
your 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 censorship is gaining our
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 there waiting.
Leaning up the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and blacker than coal,
she set her gaze my bootie,
disco in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress with her doors inviting me inside.
"I want to you home with me",
said the 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 what's left.
The got kind of quiet,
and you smell the fear.
I only heard the play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So what's the Mister?
When's it blow?"
I just at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
tickin' in the room,
everybody someday,
blows so you better be,
where it's safe.
Thin thread-bare 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,
better ways for you to diet.
Seeking sucker wealth,
feel what suckers dealt,
All life you stuffed your face,
now dead I rest my case.
Got a here to tell,
so you better well.
some old in a church,
got a in her purse.
You rich, she was poor.
You some fifties on the floor.
She her nickel with a clank,
she was thinkin' World Think Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
this sorry world and all its worth.
Keep your burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

Up until the of the 20th century,
Americans believed in the idea known as the "Manifest Destiny."
It held all of North America,
sea to shining 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 tribes being led through rivers while baptized,
just to be shot and scalped on the side,
rival those of the Inquisition.
Today, I see street corner screaming at passers-by,
the amount of Neo-Nazi Hate crimes are escalating every day.
All of this under a name of "Christianity."
Read Bible.
Jesus never people or insulted them into believing 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.
who forget the past are doomed to repeat it.
Some cowboys a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The grass was grazed there,
and spotted like mange;
The buffalo dead there,
the trees they all 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 almost justify, we feel;
I'm up that ladder,
more brownie points for me work my way to Jesus you wait and see.
one cowboy to another,
"I it would be nice,
if we could take injuns and convert them all to Christ;
See, are all disgusting, and bringing me great pain,
and if they believe me,
we'll put a bullet in brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how people should now,
or going to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a cannon brimmed powder.
If don't believe me,
I just beat them and 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. us, within us.
Spirit of truth, my deceive me,
me how to see,
Ears cannot hear, my is too dry to speak.
You searched me, you, you know me, there is nothing good inside me.
me, make me clean.
My heart needs courage so inside of me.
within our hearts oh God.
me to be still.
Let the tears roll our eyes,
all we is Jesus 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 on a blissful life,
He sucks on the smoke from the in his pipe.
Wrapped his fingers, a noose is loosing slack,
strangling his forearm to fill his with smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a or a barrel full of lead.
grasping at and coming up empty,
Carving with his
somber 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 climbing up the ladder, building up a wall,
to block out the world or the fear that fall.
thins, conviction never stops.
Money nothing from a 40 floor drop.
her blanket has worn itself thin,
she's hanging in the closet from a of her own sin.
changes nothing will.
Always skeptic, primed for the
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 life for the world, you are alone.
Some throw bricks 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, your eyes.
The point was made ago,
chaff in the wind, your life's blow.
you do, nothing can be new.
What is good? 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 ever think to some sympathy.
ask us to play this song, or that song 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 that time we did stuff.

I feel pretty today,
time I can see it.
This time I see her face,
the words will 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!