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 passion burns, the it turns,
He fills his hand to the void,
And the constant feeling,
Of nothingness his soul.
like nothing ever did.
Kills nothing ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
World left me blind.
Beneath the sands of the mighty lies,
Buried sunken deep,
in darkened tombs where men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The that covers everything?
Where cities stood, soon found,
Now sink beneath the ground.
Feels like nothing did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
World that me blind.
This is for the taking,
This is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
PCP to kill the pain.
Build a tomb to your rust,
piles of blowing dust.
Under the sands of the Sahara,
Goes our bold, in seach of gold,
a for a dying world.
Our stands, wealth in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The masses cheer, to their fears
no man lives forever.
Feels nothing ever did.
Kills like ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
World left me blind.

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

What this be, too much MTV?
Chalk fad up for its fall into infamy.
What's in a 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 stage from glass house on the floor?
Now I think punk, just 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 care if we're punk, or ska, or hardcore,
enough for you, sad but true,
you can call us names till face turns blue.
Our comes from God,
nothing new,
we'll never care 'cause we're 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,
punk thrown in with ska.
You it wouldn't work.
Well you can take your Vespa '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, a trigger of a gun.
Stop and see all alike, and we can dance as one.

I walked the room, and she was right there waiting.
up against 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 open inviting me inside.
"I want to you home with me",
said the in her eye.
"I like to honey, but I'm about to die."
I have got a bomb,
I it to my chest.
When it I'm out of here,
you can have left.
The room got of quiet,
and you could the fear.
I only the jukebox play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So the verdict Mister?
When's it blow?"
I just at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
Time-bomb in the room,
goes someday,
blows so you better be,
somewhere where safe.
Thin thread-bare thinkin',
now you're die,
try to rock the jukebox,
just kiss world good-bye.
What's the deal, you feel,
now in the silence?
Pushing up the now,
there's ways for you to diet.
Seeking after wealth,
feel what suckers dealt,
All life you stuffed your face,
now you're dead I 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 fifties on the floor.
She dropped her with a clank,
she was thinkin' World Think Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
ditch sorry world and all its worth.
Keep 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 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 being led through rivers while being baptized,
to be shot and scalped on the other side,
rival those of the 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."
Your Bible.
Jesus never beat people or insulted 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 the past are doomed to repeat it.
Some cowboys were a ridin', on the range;
The was over grazed there,
and spotted like mange;
The buffalo were there,
the trees all were through,
and if saw some Injuns,
why they would them 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,
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 take injuns 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 they're to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a brimmed with powder.
If people 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 within us.

Burn. Burn. Burn. Within us, us.
Spirit of truth, my deceive me,
me how to see,
Ears hear, my mouth is too dry to speak.
You have me, you, you know me, there is nothing good inside me.
me, make me clean.
My needs courage so burn 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 gonna let it
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 to fill his vewins with smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a syringe or a barrel of lead.
grasping at and coming up empty,
Carving with his
somber song 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, building up a wall,
to block out the world or the fear that fall.
thins, conviction never stops.
Money means nothing from a 40 drop.
her security blanket has worn thin,
she's in the closet from a rope of her own sin.
Nothing nothing will.
Always skeptic, for the kill
Seeking but selfish gain,
filling your pockets, and again.
Selling your soul, you fill.
at straws, feeding your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing your for the world, you are left alone.
Some bricks through windows 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 point was made ago,
chaff in the wind, your life's 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 ever find 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,
time I can see it.
This time I see her face,
the words come out right.
I my hair, and put on my favorite shirt.
I take one deep breath, then I go outside...

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

Give me my sandwich!