Luyện nghe bài hát Stinky Hippy

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 ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
I left behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
World left me blind.
Beneath the of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried sunken deep,
in darkened tombs dead men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The same that everything?
Where stood, soon deserts found,
Now beneath the swelling ground.
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.
This is for the taking,
This is suffocating.
bags 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 nothing ever did.
Kills like ever could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
that 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 could this be, too MTV?
Chalk fad up for its fall into infamy.
What's in a standard if it changes all the
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 it's in.
You found a foul and a couple safety pins.
Got a feeling,
I want to fight no more.
Got a feeling,
I don't care if punk, or ska, or hardcore,
for you, it's sad but true,
you can us names till your face turns blue.
Our assurance comes God,
it's new,
never care 'cause we're never cool enough for you.
That look on your face,
nose up in the air,
your patches say open-minded,
but still you bear,
some thrown in with ska.
You said it work.
Well you can take Vespa home 'cause ska made you a jerk.
The purist a deaf ear.
He's 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.
up against 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 temptress with her doors inviting me inside.
"I want to take you home me",
the sparkle in her eye.
"I would 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 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?
When's it 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 skinned thinkin',
now you're die,
try to rock the jukebox,
just kiss world good-bye.
the deal, don't you feel,
alone now in the
Pushing up the now,
there's better for you to diet.
Seeking sucker wealth,
suckers feel suckers dealt,
All life you stuffed your face,
now dead 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 dropped fifties on the floor.
She dropped her with a clank,
she was Third 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 middle of the century,
many Americans believed in the 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.
Native Americans unscrupulously thrown off their homelands
and in the name of Jesus.
stories of entire tribes being led through rivers while being baptized,
just to be and scalped on the other side,
rival 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 this a blanket name of "Christianity."
Read Bible.
Jesus never people or insulted them into believing in him.
He the truth
And set an by loving every man.
We are called to his example.
Remember the Massacres at Sand and meeker.
Those who forget the past are to repeat it.
Some cowboys a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The grass was over there,
and spotted like some
The buffalo dead there,
the they all were through,
and if they saw 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 climbing up 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 take these injuns and them all to Christ;
See, they are all disgusting, and me great pain,
and if don't believe 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 don't believe me,
I just them and yell louder.

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

Burn. Burn. Burn. Within us, 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 courage so inside of me.
Burn within our 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
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 from the dope in his pipe.
Wrapped around his fingers, a is loosing slack,
strangling his forearm to fill his vewins smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
a syringe or a barrel full of lead.
grasping at straws and up empty,
with his life
this somber of hope:
"Kill me."
spells success 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 that fall.
thins, conviction never stops.
Money nothing from a 40 floor drop.
her security blanket has itself thin,
she's hanging in the from a rope of her own sin.
Nothing nothing will.
Always skeptic, primed for the
nothing but selfish gain,
filling pockets, again and again.
Selling your soul, you fill.
at straws, feeding your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
your life for the world, you are left alone.
Some throw bricks through and yell,
beat their backs 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 blinding yourself, closing eyes.
The point was made ago,
in the wind, your life's gonna blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
What is What is true?
Seeking to not ourselves, never.
The Lord is God, we will forever.

If you ever find it in your heart.
If you could ever to find 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 time we did some stuff.

I feel good today,
time I can see it.
This when 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...

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

Give me my sandwich!

is a vegetarian,
Not 'cause he drinks dairy and,
He's not me who also eats meat.
He protests the war with the on his feet.
for mediocrity! (several times)
Helpless are trapped,
for only them you should be slapped.
At a cow can run and be free,
for mediocrity.

That horrible!!!!!! (Ahhhh, my face!)

No Grandma! Grandma! Gnome Grandma, ahhhhhhhh.

Get patchouli.
Get the dreadlock.
Get the sandal.
hippy today.
Stinky hippy, hippy.
Perspiration.