Luyện nghe bài hát Stinky Hippy

Up the sands of the mighty Sahara comes,
Our hero bold, who so 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 inside his soul.
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,
World that me blind.
Beneath the of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried treasure deep,
in darkened where dead men sleep.
fills hands, or is it sand,
The same that covers
Where cities stood, deserts found,
Now sink beneath the ground.
Feels like ever did.
Kills like ever could.
Dark and jaded 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,
Moth-eaten piles of dust.
Under the of the mighty Sahara,
our hero bold, in seach of gold,
a for a dying world.
Our hero stands, in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The cheer, to hide their fears
no man lives forever.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills like ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
World 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 if it changes all the time?
You're still having trouble in defining own kind.
Need I you, we all knew you before,
you threw the rocks at the stage from 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 to fight no more.
Got a feeling,
I don't care if 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 'cause we're 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 punk thrown in ska.
You it wouldn't work.
Well you can take your Vespa home 'cause ska you a jerk.
The purist turns a ear.
He's an intellect,
Does he think his is gaining our respect?
The of a fist, like a trigger 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'.
as snot her spandex,
and than some coal,
she set her gaze my bootie,
disco in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the with her doors open inviting 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.
it blows I'm out of here,
you can what's left.
The room got of quiet,
and you smell the fear.
I only heard the jukebox play "A is in My Beer".
"So what's the verdict
When's it blow?"
I just at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
Time-bomb in the room,
everybody someday,
blows so you better be,
where it's safe.
Thin thread-bare thinkin',
now you're die,
don't try to the jukebox,
just kiss world good-bye.
What's the deal, you feel,
alone now in the
Pushing up the now,
there's ways for you to diet.
after sucker wealth,
suckers feel what dealt,
All your life you your face,
now dead 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 dropped fifties on the floor.
She dropped her with a clank,
she was thinkin' World Think Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
ditch sorry world and all its worth.
your candle burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

Up the middle of the 20th century,
many believed in the idea known as the "Manifest Destiny."
It held all of North America,
from sea to sea,
was rightfully the of the U.S. and was given to us by God.
Native Americans were unscrupulously thrown off homelands
and in the name of Jesus.
Horror stories of entire tribes led through rivers while being baptized,
just to be shot and scalped on the side,
rival of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see street preachers screaming 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 beat people or them into believing in him.
He spoke the
And set an by loving every man.
We are to follow his example.
Remember the Massacres at Creek and meeker.
Those who forget the past are to repeat it.
cowboys were a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The was over grazed there,
and spotted like mange;
The were dead there,
the trees all were through,
and if they saw Injuns,
why would kill them too.
or bust, in God we trust,
"Let's rape, let's kill, 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 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 should now,
or they're to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a cannon 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 around 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 searched me, you, you know me, is nothing good inside me.
me, make me clean.
My heart needs courage so burn 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
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 smoke 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 syringe or a barrel of lead.
grasping at and coming up empty,
Carving his life
somber song of hope:
"Kill me."
Sally success M-O-N-E-Y.
If she on some 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.
changes nothing will.
Always skeptic, for the kill
nothing but selfish gain,
filling your pockets, and again.
your soul, taking you fill.
Grasping at straws, your own will.
your conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing your for the world, you are left alone.
throw bricks through windows and yell,
others beat backs for fear of hell.
Two-edged that cuts flesh to the joints,
the path is narrow, you the point.
Fistful of sand a prize.
YOu're blinding yourself, closing eyes.
The was made eons ago,
chaff in the wind, life's gonna blow.
you do, nothing can be new.
What is What is true?
to serve not ourselves, never.
The Lord is God, we live forever.

If you could ever find it in heart.
If you could think to find some sympathy.
Never ask us to play song, or that song about our pants, or our Kitty-Doggie.
ask us to play Godzilla, or Shut Up, or a song we haven't written yet about that time we did some stuff.

I pretty good today,
time I can see it.
This when I see her face,
the will come out right.
I my hair, and put on my favorite shirt.
I take one deep 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 dairy and,
not like me who also eats meat.
He protests the war the sandals 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! Know Grandma! Grandma, ahhhhhhhh.

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