Luyện nghe bài hát Stinky Hippy

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 hand to the void,
And fuels the feeling,
Of nothingness his soul.
Feels like nothing did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left 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 darkened where dead men sleep.
fills hands, or is it sand,
The same that covers
cities stood, soon deserts found,
Now sink the swelling 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 left me blind.
world 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.
the sands of the mighty Sahara,
Goes our hero bold, in 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 nothing could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
World left me blind.

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

could this be, too much MTV?
Chalk another fad up for its fall infamy.
What's in a standard if it 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 your glass house on the
Now I think you're punk, just because in.
You found a mouth and a couple safety pins.
Got a feeling,
I don't to fight no more.
Got a feeling,
I don't if we're punk, or ska, or hardcore,
for you, it's sad but true,
you can call us names till your turns blue.
Our comes from God,
it's new,
we'll never care 'cause we're cool enough for you.
That smug look on face,
your up in the air,
patches say you're open-minded,
but still you 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.
Stop and see we're all alike, and we can as one.

I walked the room, and she was right there waiting.
up against the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and blacker than coal,
she set her gaze my bootie,
disco in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress with her open inviting me inside.
"I want to you home with me",
the sparkle in her eye.
"I would to honey, but I'm about to die."
I have got a bomb,
I it to my chest.
When it 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 the verdict Mister?
When's it blow?"
I winked at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
tickin' in the room,
everybody someday,
blows so quick you be,
somewhere where safe.
skinned 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
up the daisies now,
there's ways for you to diet.
Seeking after wealth,
suckers feel suckers dealt,
All your you stuffed 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 some 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 your burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

Up the middle of the 20th century,
many Americans in the idea known as the "Manifest Destiny."
It held all of North America,
sea to shining sea,
was rightfully the property of the U.S. and was to us by God.
Americans were unscrupulously thrown off their homelands
and slaughtered in the of Jesus.
Horror stories of tribes being led through rivers while being baptized,
just to be and scalped on the other side,
rival those of the Inquisition.
Today, I see street corner screaming at passers-by,
while the amount of Neo-Nazi crimes are escalating every day.
All of this a blanket name of "Christianity."
Your 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.
the Massacres at Sand Creek and meeker.
Those who forget the past are to repeat it.
cowboys were a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The grass was over there,
and spotted like some
The buffalo dead there,
the they 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 work my way to Jesus you and see.
Said one to another,
"I it would be nice,
if we could take these injuns and 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 people repent now,
or they're to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a brimmed with powder.
If people don't me,
I just beat and yell louder.

I see a on a hill,
I see the way to be filled,
rushing wind around us,
Holy Spirit 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, there is nothing 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 roll from our eyes,
all we want is Christ.
We to...

This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it
This little light of mine, I'm hold it up, I'm gonna let it.

Johnny's got a on a blissful life,
He sucks on the smoke from the in his pipe.
Wrapped around his fingers, a is loosing slack,
his forearm to fill his vewins with smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a syringe or a full of lead.
grasping at straws and up empty,
Carving his life
somber song of hope:
"Kill me."
Sally success M-O-N-E-Y.
If she steps on some toes, an eye for an eye.
She's climbing up the ladder, she's up a wall,
to block out the world or the fear she'll fall.
thins, conviction never stops.
Money nothing from a 40 floor drop.
her blanket has worn itself thin,
she's hanging in the closet a rope of her own sin.
Nothing nothing will.
skeptic, primed for the kill
Seeking nothing but gain,
filling your pockets, and again.
your soul, taking you fill.
Grasping at straws, your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing life for the world, you are left alone.
Some throw through windows and yell,
others beat their for fear of hell.
sword that cuts flesh to the joints,
the path is narrow, you the point.
Fistful of a pitiful prize.
blinding yourself, closing your eyes.
The point was made ago,
in the wind, your life's gonna blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
is good? What is true?
Seeking to not ourselves, never.
The is God, we will live forever.

If you could ever find it in heart.
If you could think to find some sympathy.
ask us to play this song, or that song about our pants, or our Kitty-Doggie.
Never ask us to 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 time I see her face,
the words will out right.
I my hair, and put on my favorite shirt.
I take one last deep breath, I go outside...

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

me back my sandwich!

is a vegetarian,
Not vegan 'cause he dairy and,
He's not me who also eats 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.
hippy today.
Stinky hippy, hippy.
Perspiration.