Luyện nghe bài hát Give Me Back My Sandwich

Up from the sands of the Sahara comes,
Our bold, who so it's told,
is a lot you and me.
His burns, the world it turns,
He fills his to fill the void,
And the constant feeling,
Of inside his soul.
Feels nothing ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
that left me blind.
Beneath the sands of the Sahara lies,
treasure sunken deep,
in darkened where dead men sleep.
fills hands, or is it sand,
The same that covers
cities stood, soon deserts found,
Now sink beneath the ground.
Feels like ever did.
Kills nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
World that me blind.
world is for the taking,
This is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
PCP to kill the pain.
Build a to store your rust,
Moth-eaten of blowing dust.
Under the sands of the Sahara,
our hero bold, in seach of gold,
a casket for a world.
Our stands, wealth in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The masses cheer, to hide fears
That no man forever.
like nothing ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
that left me blind.

4 in Memphis,
pay me 5 dollars.
I wrote this song and they said they pay me,
and I to buy a hot dog.

What could be, too much MTV?
another fad up for its fall into infamy.
What's in a standard if it changes all the
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 you're punk, just because it's in.
You found a foul mouth and a 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 your face turns blue.
Our assurance comes God,
it's new,
we'll never care we're never cool enough for you.
smug look on your face,
your up in the air,
patches say you're open-minded,
but still you bear,
some punk thrown in ska.
You it wouldn't work.
Well you can your Vespa home 'cause ska made you a jerk.
The purist a deaf ear.
He's an intellect,
Does he think his 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 right 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 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.
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 verdict
it gonna blow?"
I winked at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
Time-bomb in the room,
everybody someday,
blows so quick you be,
where it's safe.
Thin thread-bare thinkin',
now gonna die,
try to rock the jukebox,
just this world good-bye.
What's the deal, you feel,
alone now in the
Pushing up the now,
there's better for you to diet.
after sucker wealth,
suckers feel what dealt,
All life you stuffed your face,
now you're dead I 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 some fifties on the floor.
She her nickel with a clank,
she was thinkin' Third 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 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 rightfully the of the U.S. and was given to us by God.
Native were unscrupulously thrown off their homelands
and in the name of Jesus.
Horror stories of entire tribes being led through rivers while baptized,
just to be shot and on the other side,
rival of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see street preachers screaming at passers-by,
while the 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 believing in him.
He the truth
And set an example by every man.
We are called to his example.
the Massacres at Sand Creek and meeker.
Those who forget the past are doomed to it.
Some cowboys were a ridin', ridin' on the
The grass was grazed there,
and spotted like some
The buffalo were there,
the trees they all 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 climbing up ladder,
more brownie points for me I'll work my way to Jesus you and see.
Said one to another,
"I think it be nice,
if we take these injuns and convert them all to Christ;
See, they are all disgusting, and bringing me pain,
and if don't believe me,
put a bullet in their brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how should repent now,
or going to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a brimmed with powder.
If people don't me,
I just beat them and louder.

I see a on a hill,
I see the way to be filled,
mighty wind 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 have me, you, you know me, there is nothing good inside me.
me, make me clean.
My heart needs so burn inside of me.
Burn our hearts oh God.
me to be still.
Let the tears roll our eyes,
all we want is Christ.
We to...

This little light of mine, I'm 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 with smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
a syringe or a barrel full of lead.
grasping at and coming 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.
She's climbing up the ladder, she's up a wall,
to block out the world or the that she'll fall.
thins, conviction never stops.
Money nothing from a 40 floor drop.
her security blanket has itself thin,
she's hanging in the closet a rope of her own sin.
Nothing nothing will.
Always skeptic, for the kill
Seeking but selfish gain,
filling pockets, again and again.
your soul, taking you fill.
Grasping at straws, feeding own will.
your conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing life for the world, you are left alone.
Some throw through windows and yell,
others their backs for fear of hell.
Two-edged sword cuts flesh to the joints,
the path is narrow, you the point.
Fistful of a pitiful prize.
blinding yourself, closing your eyes.
The was made eons ago,
in the wind, your life's gonna blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
What is What is true?
to serve not ourselves, never.
The Lord is God, we will forever.

If you could find it in your heart.
If you could ever think to find 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 we haven't written yet about that time we did some stuff.

I pretty good today,
time I can see it.
This time I see her face,
the words come out right.
I my hair, and put on my favorite shirt.
I one last deep breath, then I go outside...

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

Give me my sandwich!