Luyện nghe bài hát Give Me Back My Sandwich

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

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 this be, too much
Chalk another fad up for its fall 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 at the stage from your glass house on the floor?
Now I think you're punk, just it's in.
You found a foul and a couple safety pins.
Got a feeling,
I don't want to no more.
Got a feeling,
I care if we're punk, or ska, or hardcore,
enough for you, sad but true,
you can call us names your face turns blue.
Our assurance from God,
it's new,
we'll never care 'cause we're cool enough for you.
That look on your face,
your up in the air,
your say you're open-minded,
but you couldn't bear,
some punk in with ska.
You it wouldn't work.
Well you can take your Vespa home 'cause ska 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 into 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,
disco in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress with her doors inviting me inside.
"I want to you home with me",
said the 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 the verdict Mister?
When's it blow?"
I winked at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
Time-bomb in the room,
everybody someday,
blows so quick you be,
somewhere it's safe.
Thin thread-bare thinkin',
now gonna die,
don't try to the jukebox,
just kiss world good-bye.
What's the deal, you feel,
alone now in the
up the daisies now,
there's better for you to diet.
after 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 dropped some on the floor.
She dropped her with a clank,
she was thinkin' Third 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,
many Americans in the idea known as the "Manifest Destiny."
It that all of North America,
sea to shining sea,
was rightfully the property of the U.S. and was to us by God.
Native Americans unscrupulously thrown off their homelands
and slaughtered in the of Jesus.
Horror stories of entire tribes being led through while being baptized,
to be shot and scalped on the other side,
rival of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see street corner screaming at passers-by,
while the amount of Neo-Nazi Hate are escalating every day.
All of this under a blanket of "Christianity."
Your Bible.
Jesus never beat people or them into believing in him.
He spoke the
And set an example by every man.
We are to follow his example.
the Massacres at Sand Creek and meeker.
Those who forget the past are to repeat it.
Some cowboys a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The grass was grazed there,
and like some mange;
The were dead there,
the trees all were through,
and if they saw Injuns,
why they would kill too.
or bust, in God we trust,
"Let's rape, kill, let's steal"
We can justify, anything we feel;
I'm up that ladder,
more brownie points for me I'll my way to Jesus you wait and see.
one cowboy to another,
"I think it be nice,
if we could these injuns and convert them all to Christ;
See, are all disgusting, and bringing me great pain,
and if they believe 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 don't me,
I just 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. us, within us.
of truth, my eyes deceive me,
me how to see,
Ears cannot hear, my is too dry to speak.
You have searched me, you, you me, there is nothing good inside me.
Purge me, me clean.
My needs courage so burn inside of me.
Burn within our oh God.
me to be still.
Let the tears from our eyes,
all we want is Christ.
We to...

This light 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 from the dope in his pipe.
Wrapped around his fingers, a is loosing slack,
strangling his forearm to fill his with smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a or a barrel full of lead.
at straws and coming up empty,
Carving his life
this somber song of
"Kill me."
Sally spells 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 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 closet from a of her own sin.
Nothing changes will.
Always skeptic, for the kill
Seeking but selfish gain,
filling your pockets, and again.
Selling your soul, you fill.
at straws, feeding your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
your life for the world, you are left alone.
Some throw through windows and yell,
beat their backs for fear of hell.
Two-edged sword that cuts to the joints,
the path is narrow, you the point.
of sand a pitiful prize.
YOu're blinding yourself, closing eyes.
The point was made ago,
in the wind, your life's gonna blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
What is What is true?
Seeking to not ourselves, never.
The Lord is God, we will forever.

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

I feel good today,
time I can see it.
This when I see her face,
the words 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.

Give me my sandwich!