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 his hand to fill the void,
And the constant feeling,
Of nothingness his soul.
Feels like ever did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
World left me blind.
Beneath the sands of the Sahara lies,
Buried sunken deep,
in darkened where dead men sleep.
fills hands, or is it sand,
The same that covers
Where cities stood, soon found,
Now sink the swelling ground.
Feels nothing ever did.
Kills 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.
Plastic of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
Build a tomb to your rust,
Moth-eaten of blowing dust.
Under the of the mighty Sahara,
Goes our bold, in seach of gold,
a casket for a world.
Our hero stands, in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The masses cheer, to hide their
That no man forever.
Feels like ever did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
I left behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
World that me blind.

4 in Memphis,
pay me 5 dollars.
I this 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 trouble in your own kind.
I remind you, we all knew you before,
you the rocks at the stage from your glass house on the floor?
Now I think you're punk, just because in.
You found a mouth and a couple safety pins.
Got a feeling,
I don't want to 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 till your face turns blue.
Our assurance comes God,
nothing new,
we'll never care we're never cool enough for you.
That look on your face,
your up in the air,
your patches say open-minded,
but still you bear,
some punk thrown in ska.
You it wouldn't work.
Well you can take your Vespa home 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, 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 there waiting.
Leaning up the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
as snot 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 open inviting 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.
When it 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 winked at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
tickin' in the room,
everybody someday,
blows so quick you be,
somewhere it's safe.
skinned thread-bare thinkin',
now gonna die,
try to rock the jukebox,
just this world good-bye.
the deal, don't you feel,
alone now in the
up the daisies now,
there's better for you to diet.
Seeking sucker wealth,
suckers feel suckers dealt,
All your you stuffed your face,
now you're I rest my case.
Got a story to tell,
so you listen 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' Third World Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
ditch this sorry and all its worth.
your candle 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,
sea to shining sea,
was rightfully the property of the U.S. and was to us by God.
Americans were unscrupulously thrown off their homelands
and in the name of Jesus.
Horror stories of tribes being led through rivers while being baptized,
just to be and scalped on the other side,
rival those of the Inquisition.
Today, I see corner preachers screaming at passers-by,
while the amount of Neo-Nazi Hate crimes are escalating day.
All of this a blanket name of "Christianity."
Read Bible.
Jesus never beat 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.
Those who the past are doomed to repeat it.
Some were a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The grass was over there,
and spotted some mange;
The were dead there,
the they all were through,
and if saw some Injuns,
why would kill them too.
or bust, in God we trust,
"Let's rape, let's kill, 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 take these injuns and them all to Christ;
See, they are all disgusting, and bringing me pain,
and if they believe me,
we'll put a in their 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 them and yell louder.

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

Burn. Burn. Burn. us, within us.
Spirit of truth, my eyes me,
me how to see,
Ears hear, my mouth 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 so burn inside of me.
Burn our hearts oh God.
me to be still.
Let the roll from our eyes,
all we want is Christ.
We to...

This light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
little 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 forearm to 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,
Carving with his
this somber of hope:
"Kill me."
Sally success M-O-N-E-Y.
If she steps on some toes, 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 a 40 floor drop.
her security blanket has worn thin,
hanging in the closet from a rope of her own sin.
Nothing nothing will.
Always skeptic, for the kill
Seeking but selfish gain,
your pockets, again and again.
Selling your soul, you fill.
at straws, feeding your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing life for the world, you are left alone.
Some throw bricks windows and yell,
others beat their backs for of hell.
Two-edged sword that cuts to the joints,
the is narrow, you missed the point.
Fistful of a pitiful prize.
YOu're blinding yourself, your eyes.
The was made eons ago,
chaff in the wind, your life's blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
What is good? What is
to serve not ourselves, never.
The is God, we will live forever.

If you could ever it in your heart.
If you could ever to find some sympathy.
Never ask us to play this song, or that song 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 pretty today,
time I can see it.
This time I see her face,
the will come out right.
I comb my hair, and put on my shirt.
I take one deep breath, then I go outside...

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

Give me my sandwich!