Luyện nghe bài hát Give Me Back My Sandwich

Up from the 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 fuels the feeling,
Of inside his soul.
like nothing ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
I left behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
World that me blind.
Beneath the sands of the Sahara lies,
treasure sunken deep,
in darkened tombs where men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The that covers everything?
Where stood, soon deserts found,
Now sink the swelling ground.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills like ever could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
that left me blind.
This is for the taking,
This is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
PCP to kill the pain.
Build a tomb to your rust,
Moth-eaten of blowing dust.
the sands of the mighty Sahara,
Goes our hero bold, in of gold,
a casket for a world.
Our stands, wealth in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The masses cheer, to hide their
That no man forever.
Feels nothing ever did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
World that me blind.

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

What could this be, too much
Chalk another fad up for its into infamy.
in a standard if it changes all the time?
You're having trouble in defining your own kind.
Need I remind you, we all 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 a foul 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 names till face turns blue.
Our assurance comes God,
nothing new,
we'll never care 'cause never cool enough for you.
That smug on your face,
your up in the air,
patches 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 home '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, like a of a gun.
and see we're 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,
with in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the with her doors open inviting me inside.
"I to take you home with 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 have left.
The room got of quiet,
and you could the fear.
I heard the jukebox play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So what's the Mister?
it gonna blow?"
I winked 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 kiss world good-bye.
the deal, don't you feel,
alone now in the
up the daisies now,
there's better for you to diet.
after 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 better well.
some old 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 world and all its worth.
Keep candle burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

Up until the middle of the century,
Americans believed in the idea known as the "Manifest Destiny."
It held all of North America,
sea to shining 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 corner preachers screaming at passers-by,
while the amount of Neo-Nazi Hate crimes are every day.
All of this under a blanket of "Christianity."
Your Bible.
Jesus never beat people or insulted them into in him.
He spoke the
And set an by loving every man.
We are called to his example.
the Massacres at Sand Creek and meeker.
Those who forget the are doomed to repeat it.
Some cowboys were a ridin', ridin' on the
The grass was grazed there,
and spotted like some
The buffalo dead there,
the trees all were through,
and if they saw Injuns,
why they would kill 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,
more brownie points for me work my way to Jesus you wait and see.
one cowboy to another,
"I think it be nice,
if we could take these injuns and convert all to Christ;
See, they are all disgusting, and me great pain,
and if don't believe 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 don't me,
I just them and yell louder.

I see a on a hill,
I see the way to be filled,
mighty wind around us,
Spirit burn within 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 needs courage so burn inside of me.
Burn our hearts oh God.
me to be still.
Let the tears roll our eyes,
all we want is Christ.
We to...

This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it
This little 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 smoke the dope in his pipe.
around his fingers, a noose is loosing slack,
strangling his forearm to fill his vewins smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a syringe or a full of lead.
grasping at and coming up empty,
Carving his life
this somber of hope:
"Kill me."
Sally spells 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 she'll fall.
thins, conviction never stops.
Money nothing from a 40 floor drop.
her blanket has worn itself thin,
she's hanging in the from a rope of her own sin.
changes nothing will.
Always skeptic, for the kill
Seeking nothing but gain,
your pockets, again and again.
Selling your soul, you fill.
Grasping at straws, feeding own will.
your conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing your for the world, you are left alone.
Some bricks through windows and yell,
others beat backs for fear of hell.
Two-edged sword cuts flesh to the joints,
the path is narrow, you the point.
Fistful of sand a prize.
YOu're blinding yourself, your eyes.
The point was made ago,
chaff in the wind, your gonna 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 could ever it in your heart.
If you could think 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 Shut Up, or a song we haven't written yet about that we did some stuff.

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

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

me back my sandwich!