Luyện nghe bài hát Stinky Hippy

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 fills his hand to the void,
And fuels the 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 want you,
that left me blind.
Beneath the sands of the mighty lies,
Buried sunken deep,
in darkened where dead men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The same that covers
Where stood, soon deserts found,
Now beneath the swelling ground.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
World left me blind.
world is for the taking,
This is suffocating.
bags of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
Build a tomb to store rust,
piles of blowing 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 their fears
That no man forever.
Feels nothing ever did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
I left behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
World that 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.

could this be, too much MTV?
Chalk another fad up for its into infamy.
What's in a standard if it changes all the
You're still trouble in defining your own kind.
Need I remind you, we all you before,
you threw the rocks at the from your glass house on the floor?
Now I think you're punk, just it's in.
You found a foul mouth and a couple pins.
Got a feeling,
I don't to fight no more.
Got a feeling,
I care if we're punk, or ska, or hardcore,
for you, it's sad but true,
you can call us names till your turns blue.
Our assurance comes God,
nothing new,
we'll never 'cause we're never cool enough for you.
That smug look on face,
nose up in the air,
your patches say open-minded,
but still you bear,
some punk thrown in ska.
You said it work.
Well you can take your Vespa 'cause ska made you a jerk.
The purist a deaf ear.
He's an intellect,
he think 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 upon my bootie,
with in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress with her doors open me inside.
"I want to take you home me",
said the 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 smell the fear.
I only heard the jukebox "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So the verdict Mister?
it gonna blow?"
I winked at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
Time-bomb in the room,
everybody someday,
blows so you better be,
somewhere where 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
Pushing up the now,
there's ways for you to diet.
Seeking after wealth,
feel what suckers dealt,
All your life you 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 Third World Think Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
ditch 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 idea as the "Manifest Destiny."
It that 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 thrown off homelands
and slaughtered in the of Jesus.
Horror stories of entire tribes being led through while being baptized,
just to be shot and scalped on the side,
those of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see street corner screaming at passers-by,
while the amount of Hate crimes are escalating every day.
All of under 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 cowboys were a ridin', ridin' on the
The grass was grazed there,
and like some mange;
The buffalo were there,
the they all were through,
and if they saw Injuns,
why they kill them too.
or bust, in God we trust,
"Let's rape, kill, let's steal"
We can justify, anything 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 injuns and convert them all to Christ;
See, they are all disgusting, and me great pain,
and if don't believe me,
we'll put a bullet in brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how people should now,
or they're to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a cannon with powder.
If don't 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,
Spirit burn within us.

Burn. Burn. Burn. us, within us.
Spirit of truth, my deceive me,
me how to see,
Ears hear, my mouth is too dry to speak.
You have searched me, you, you know me, there is nothing inside me.
Purge me, me clean.
My heart courage so burn 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 gonna let it
little light of mine, I'm gonna hold it up, I'm gonna let it.

Johnny's got a on a blissful life,
He on the smoke from the dope in his pipe.
around his fingers, a noose is loosing slack,
strangling his forearm to his vewins with smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a or a barrel full of lead.
grasping at straws and up empty,
with his life
this somber song of
"Kill me."
spells success M-O-N-E-Y.
If she steps on toes, it's an eye for an eye.
She's climbing up the ladder, she's up a wall,
to block out the world or the that she'll fall.
Tightrope thins, conviction stops.
Money nothing from a 40 floor drop.
her security blanket has worn thin,
she's hanging in the closet from a of her own sin.
Nothing nothing will.
skeptic, primed for the kill
Seeking but selfish gain,
filling pockets, again and again.
your soul, taking you fill.
Grasping at straws, your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing life for the world, you are left alone.
throw bricks through windows and yell,
others beat their for fear of hell.
Two-edged sword that flesh to the joints,
the is narrow, you missed the point.
of sand a pitiful prize.
YOu're blinding yourself, closing eyes.
The point was made ago,
chaff in the wind, life's gonna blow.
you do, nothing can be new.
What is good? What is
Seeking to not ourselves, never.
The Lord is God, we live forever.

If you ever find it in your heart.
If you could ever think to find sympathy.
Never ask us to play 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 that time we did stuff.

I feel good 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 last breath, then I go outside...

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

me back my sandwich!

is a vegetarian,
Not vegan 'cause he drinks and,
He's not like me who also meat.
He protests the war with the on his feet.
for mediocrity! (several times)
Helpless are trapped,
for killing 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.