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 his hand to fill the void,
And fuels the feeling,
Of nothingness his soul.
like nothing ever did.
Kills like ever could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
World left me blind.
Beneath the of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried treasure deep,
in tombs where dead men sleep.
fills hands, or is it sand,
The same that covers
cities stood, soon deserts found,
Now beneath the swelling ground.
like nothing ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
World that me blind.
This is for the taking,
This is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
a tomb to store your rust,
Moth-eaten piles of 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 fears
no man lives forever.
Feels nothing ever did.
Kills nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
that 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 another fad up for its into infamy.
in a standard 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, because it's in.
You found a foul mouth and a safety pins.
Got a feeling,
I want 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 your face turns blue.
Our comes from God,
it's new,
we'll never care 'cause we're never enough for you.
That 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 said it work.
Well you can take your 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 of a fist, like a trigger of a gun.
and see we're all alike, and we can dance as one.

I walked the room, and she was right there waiting.
Leaning up the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and blacker some coal,
she set her gaze 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 like to honey, but I'm about to die."
I have got a bomb,
I it to my chest.
it blows I'm out of here,
you can have left.
The got kind of quiet,
and you could the fear.
I heard the jukebox play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So what's the verdict
it gonna blow?"
I winked at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
tickin' in the room,
everybody someday,
so quick you better be,
somewhere it's safe.
skinned thread-bare thinkin',
now gonna die,
try to rock the jukebox,
just kiss this good-bye.
What's the deal, you feel,
alone now in the
Pushing up the now,
better ways for you to diet.
Seeking sucker wealth,
suckers feel what dealt,
All your life you your face,
now you're I rest my case.
Got a story to tell,
so you listen 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 with a clank,
she was Third World Think Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
this sorry world and all its worth.
Keep candle burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

Up until the of the 20th century,
Americans believed in the idea known as the "Manifest Destiny."
It held that all of America,
sea to shining sea,
was the property of the U.S. and was given to us by God.
Native Americans were unscrupulously thrown off their
and in the name of Jesus.
Horror stories of entire tribes being led through rivers being baptized,
just to be shot and on the other side,
rival of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see corner preachers screaming at passers-by,
the amount of Neo-Nazi Hate crimes are escalating every day.
All of under a blanket name of "Christianity."
Read Bible.
Jesus never beat people or insulted them into 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 the past are doomed to repeat it.
Some cowboys a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The grass was over there,
and like some mange;
The were dead there,
the they all were through,
and if saw some Injuns,
why they kill them too.
or bust, in God we trust,
"Let's rape, let's kill, steal"
We can justify, anything we feel;
I'm up that ladder,
more brownie points for me work my way to Jesus you wait and see.
Said one to another,
"I think it be nice,
if we could take these injuns and them all to Christ;
See, they are all disgusting, and bringing me 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 they're to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a cannon brimmed powder.
If don't believe me,
I beat them 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. 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, there is good inside me.
me, make me clean.
My heart needs courage so burn of me.
Burn our hearts oh God.
me to be still.
Let the roll from our eyes,
all we is Jesus Christ.
We to...

This little of mine, I'm gonna 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.
Wrapped his fingers, a noose is loosing slack,
strangling his forearm to his vewins with smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
a syringe or a barrel full of lead.
grasping at and coming up empty,
Carving with his
this somber song of
"Kill me."
Sally success M-O-N-E-Y.
If she on some toes, it's an eye for an eye.
She's climbing up the ladder, building up a wall,
to block out the world or the that she'll fall.
thins, conviction never stops.
Money means nothing a 40 floor drop.
her security blanket has worn thin,
she's hanging in the closet a rope of her own sin.
Nothing nothing will.
Always skeptic, for the kill
Seeking nothing but gain,
filling pockets, again and again.
Selling soul, taking you fill.
Grasping at straws, feeding own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing life for the world, you are left alone.
Some bricks through windows and yell,
beat their 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 blinding yourself, your eyes.
The point was made ago,
chaff in the wind, life's gonna blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
is good? What is true?
Seeking to not ourselves, never.
The Lord is God, we will forever.

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

I feel pretty today,
This I can see it.
This when I see her face,
the words will out right.
I my hair, and put on my favorite shirt.
I one last 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 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 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.
Stinky today.
hippy, stinky hippy.
Perspiration.