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 passion burns, the it turns,
He fills his hand to the void,
And fuels the feeling,
Of nothingness his soul.
Feels nothing ever did.
Kills like ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
I left behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
that left me blind.
Beneath the of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried treasure deep,
in darkened where dead men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The same covers everything?
Where cities stood, soon found,
Now beneath the swelling ground.
Feels like ever did.
Kills nothing ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
that left 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 sands of the Sahara,
our hero bold, in seach of gold,
a for a dying world.
Our hero stands, in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The masses cheer, to hide fears
no man lives forever.
Feels nothing ever did.
Kills nothing 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 song and said they would pay me,
and I to buy a hot dog.

could this be, too much MTV?
Chalk fad up for its fall 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 threw the rocks at the stage from your glass house on the
Now I think you're punk, because it's in.
You found a foul mouth and a couple pins.
Got a feeling,
I want to fight 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 your turns blue.
Our assurance comes God,
nothing new,
we'll care 'cause we're never cool enough for you.
That smug on your face,
your up in the air,
patches say you're open-minded,
but still you bear,
some punk thrown in ska.
You said it work.
Well you can take your home 'cause ska made you a jerk.
The purist turns a ear.
such an intellect,
Does he think his censorship is gaining our
The raising of a fist, 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.
up against the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and blacker some coal,
she set her upon 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",
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 got kind of quiet,
and you could the fear.
I only the jukebox play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So what's the Mister?
When's it 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.
Thin skinned thinkin',
now gonna die,
don't try to the jukebox,
just this world good-bye.
What's the deal, you feel,
now in the silence?
Pushing up the now,
there's ways for you to diet.
after sucker wealth,
suckers feel suckers dealt,
All life you stuffed your face,
now dead I rest my case.
Got a here 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 her nickel with a clank,
she was Third World Think Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
ditch this world and all its worth.
your candle burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

Up until the of the 20th century,
many Americans believed in the known 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 slaughtered in the of Jesus.
Horror stories of entire being led through rivers while being baptized,
just to be shot and scalped on the side,
those of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see corner preachers screaming at passers-by,
while the amount of Neo-Nazi crimes are escalating every day.
All of this under a 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 to follow his example.
Remember the at Sand Creek and meeker.
who forget the past are doomed to repeat it.
Some cowboys were a ridin', ridin' on the
The grass was over there,
and spotted like mange;
The were dead there,
the they all were through,
and if saw some Injuns,
why would 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 I'll work my way to Jesus you and see.
Said one to another,
"I it would be nice,
if we could take these and convert them all to Christ;
See, are all disgusting, and bringing me great pain,
and if don't believe me,
we'll put a bullet in brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how should repent now,
or going to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a cannon brimmed 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 wind around us,
Holy Spirit burn us.

Burn. Burn. Burn. Within us, us.
Spirit of truth, my deceive me,
me how to see,
Ears cannot hear, my 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 tears roll our eyes,
all we is Jesus Christ.
We to...

This light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
This little light of mine, I'm gonna 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 noose is slack,
strangling his forearm to fill his vewins smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a or a barrel full of lead.
grasping at and coming up empty,
Carving with his
this somber of hope:
"Kill me."
spells success M-O-N-E-Y.
If she steps on some toes, 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 means from a 40 floor drop.
her security has worn itself thin,
she's hanging in the from a rope of her own sin.
changes nothing will.
Always skeptic, primed for the
Seeking but selfish 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.
throw bricks through windows and yell,
others beat backs for fear of hell.
Two-edged sword that cuts to the joints,
the is narrow, you missed the point.
of sand a pitiful prize.
YOu're yourself, closing your eyes.
The point was made ago,
chaff in the wind, your life's 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 think to find some 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 haven't written yet that time we did some stuff.

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

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

Give me my sandwich!

is a vegetarian,
Not vegan he drinks dairy 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 only 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.
Stinky today.
Stinky hippy, hippy.
Perspiration.