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 to fill the void,
And fuels the feeling,
Of nothingness 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 don't you,
World that me blind.
the sands of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried sunken deep,
in darkened where dead men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The same covers everything?
Where cities stood, soon found,
Now sink the swelling ground.
Feels like ever did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
I left behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
World left me blind.
This is for the taking,
world is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
a tomb to store your rust,
Moth-eaten piles of dust.
Under the of the mighty Sahara,
our hero 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.
Kills like ever could.
and jaded world 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 and they said they would pay me,
and I to buy a hot dog.

What this be, too much MTV?
Chalk another fad up for its fall infamy.
What's in a if it changes all the time?
You're still having in defining your own kind.
I remind you, we all knew you before,
you threw the rocks at the stage from your house on the floor?
Now I think you're punk, because it's 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,
enough for you, sad but true,
you can call us names till your face blue.
Our assurance comes God,
it's new,
we'll never care we're never cool enough for you.
smug look on your face,
your up in the air,
your say you're open-minded,
but still you bear,
some 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 his censorship is gaining our respect?
The of a fist, like a trigger of a gun.
Stop and see we're all alike, and we can as one.

I walked the room, and she was right there waiting.
Leaning up the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and blacker some coal,
she set her upon my bootie,
with in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the with her doors open inviting me inside.
"I want to take you 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.
When it I'm out of here,
you can what's left.
The room got of quiet,
and you could the fear.
I only heard the jukebox "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So what's the Mister?
it gonna blow?"
I just at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
tickin' in the room,
everybody someday,
so quick you better be,
somewhere it's safe.
Thin thread-bare thinkin',
now you're die,
try to rock the jukebox,
just kiss this good-bye.
the deal, don't you feel,
alone now in the
up the daisies now,
there's better for you to diet.
Seeking after wealth,
suckers what suckers dealt,
All life you stuffed your face,
now you're dead I my case.
Got a here to tell,
so you better 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 with a clank,
she was Third 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 idea as the "Manifest Destiny."
It held that all of America,
from sea to sea,
was the property of the U.S. and was given to us by God.
Americans were unscrupulously thrown off their homelands
and in the name of Jesus.
Horror stories of entire tribes led through rivers while being baptized,
just to be and scalped on the other side,
those of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see street corner preachers at passers-by,
while the amount of Neo-Nazi Hate crimes are every day.
All of under a blanket name of "Christianity."
Read Bible.
Jesus never people or insulted them into believing in him.
He the truth
And set an example by every man.
We are called to his example.
Remember the Massacres at Sand and meeker.
Those who forget the are doomed to repeat it.
Some were a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The grass was over there,
and spotted some 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, anything we
I'm up that ladder,
more brownie points for me work my way to Jesus you wait and see.
Said one to another,
"I it would be nice,
if we could these injuns and convert them all to Christ;
See, they are all disgusting, and bringing me pain,
and if they don't me,
we'll put a in their brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how people repent now,
or going to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a brimmed with powder.
If people believe me,
I just beat 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 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 heart needs courage so inside of me.
within our hearts oh God.
me to be still.
Let the roll from our eyes,
all we want is Christ.
We to...

This little light of mine, I'm 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 the dope in his pipe.
Wrapped around his fingers, a is loosing slack,
his forearm to fill his vewins with smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
a syringe or a barrel full of lead.
grasping at straws and 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.
climbing up the ladder, she's building up a wall,
to block out the world or the fear she'll fall.
thins, conviction never stops.
Money nothing from a 40 floor drop.
her security blanket has worn thin,
hanging in the closet from a rope of her own sin.
Nothing changes will.
Always skeptic, for the kill
Seeking nothing but 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 through windows and yell,
others their backs for fear of hell.
Two-edged sword that cuts to the joints,
the is narrow, you missed the point.
Fistful of sand a prize.
YOu're yourself, closing your eyes.
The was made eons ago,
chaff in the wind, your gonna blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
What is good? is true?
to serve not ourselves, never.
The Lord is God, we will forever.

If you could find it in your heart.
If you could ever think to find sympathy.
Never ask us to play this song, or song about our pants, or our Kitty-Doggie.
Never ask us to play Godzilla, or Shut Up, or a song we written yet about that time we did some stuff.

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

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

Give me my sandwich!