Up from the sands of the mighty Sahara comes,
Our hero bold, who so it's told,
Is a lot like you and me
His passion burns, the world it turns,
He fills his hand to fill the void,
And fuels the constant feeling,
Of nothingness inside his soul

Feels like nothing ever did
Kills like nothing ever could
Dark and jaded world I hated,
Everything I left behind
I don't need you, and I don't want you,
World that left me blind

Beneath the sands of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried treasure sunken deep,
In darkened tombs where dead men sleep
Gold fills hands, or is it sand,
The same that covers everything?
Where cities stood, soon deserts found,
Now sink beneath the swelling ground

Feels like nothing ever did
Kills like nothing ever could
Dark and jaded world I hated,
Everything I left behind
I don't need you, and I don't want you,
World that left me blind

This world is for the taking,
This world is suffocating
Plastic bags of novacain,
Some PCP to kill the pain
Build a tomb to store your rust,
Moth-eaten piles of blowing dust

Under the sands of the mighty Sahara,
Goes our hero bold, in seach of gold,
A casket for a dying world
Our hero stands, wealth in hand,
The prize for his endeavors
The masses cheer, to hide their fears
That no man lives forever

Feels like nothing ever did
Kills like nothing ever could
Dark and jaded world I hated,
Everything I left behind
I don't need you, and I don't want you,
World that left me blind

4 kids in Memphis,
Should pay me 5 dollars
I wrote this song and they said they would pay me,
And I want to buy a hot dog

What could this be, too much MTV?
Chalk another fad up for it's fall into infamy
What's in a standard if it changes all the time?
You're still having trouble in defining your own kind
Need I remind you, we all knew you before,
You threw the rocks at the stage from your glass house on the floor?
Now I think you're punk, just because it's in
You found a foul mouth and a couple safety pins

Got a peaceful feeling,
I don't want to fight no more
Got a peaceful feeling,
I don't care if we're punk, or ska, or hardcore,
Enough for you, it's sad but true,
You can call us names till your face turns blue
Our assurance comes from God,
It's nothing new,
We'll never care 'cause we're never cool enough for you

That smug look on your face,
Your nose up in the air,
Your patches say you're open-minded,
But still you couldn't bear,
Some punk thrown in with ska
You said it wouldn't work
Well you can take your Vespa home 'cause ska made you a jerk
The purist turns a deaf ear
He's such an intellect,
Does he think his censorship is gaining our respect?
The raising of a fist, like a trigger of a gun
Stop and see we're all alike, and we can dance as one

I walked into the room, and she was right there waiting
Leaning up against the bar,
Well she was perpertraitin'
Slick as snot her spandex,
And blacker than some coal,
She set her gaze upon my bootie,
With disco in her soul
So much for indecision,
So quick did she decide,
The temptress with her doors open inviting me inside
"I want to take you home with me",
Said the sparkle in her eye
"I would like to honey, but I'm about to die"

I have got a time bomb,
I strapped it to my chest
When it blows I'm out of here,
You can have what's left

The room got kind of quiet,
And you could smell the fear
I only heard the jukebox play "A Tear is in My Beer"
"So what's the verdict Mister?
When's it gonna blow?"
I just winked at her and said,
"Darlin' I don't know"
Time-bomb tickin' in the room,
Everybody goes someday,
Blows so quick you better be,
Somewhere where it's safe
Thin skinned thread-bare thinkin',
Now you're gonna die,
Don't try to rock the jukebox,
Just kiss this world good-bye
What's the deal, don't you feel,
Alone now in the silence?
Pushing up the daisies now,
There's better ways for you to diet
Seeking after sucker wealth,
Suckers feel what suckers dealt,
All your life you stuffed your face,
Now you're dead I rest my case
Got a story here to tell,
So you better listen well
Some old lady in a church,
Got a nickel in her purse
You were rich, she was poor
You dropped some fifties on the floor
She dropped her nickel with a clank,
She was thinkin' Third World Think Tank

The Karaoke master,
The drunkard,
And the jerk,
Ditch this sorry world and all it's worth
Keep your candle burning,
Waiting for the time,
Ready to explode,
The bomb is primed

Up until the middle of the 20th century,
Many Americans believed in the idea known as the "Manifest Destiny"
It held that all of North America,
From sea to shining sea,
Was rightfully the property of the US and was given to us by God
Native Americans were unscrupulously thrown off their homelands
And slaughtered in the name of Jesus
Horror stories of entire tribes being led through rivers while being baptized,
Just to be shot and scalped on the other side,
Rival those of the Spanish Inquisition
Today, I see street corner preachers screaming at passers-by,
While the amount of Neo-Nazi Hate crimes are escalating every day
All of this under a blanket name of "Christianity"
Read Your Bible
Jesus never beat people or insulted them into believing in him
He spoke the truth
And set an example by loving every man
We are called to follow his example
Remember the Massacres at Sand Creek and meeker
Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it

Some cowboys were a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The grass was over grazed there,
And spotted like some mange;
The buffalo were dead there,
The trees they all were through,
And if they saw some Injuns,
Why they would kill them too
West or bust, in God we trust,
"Let's rape, let's kill, let's steal"
We can almost justify, anything we feel;
I'm climbing up that ladder,
More brownie points for me I'll work my way to Jesus you wait and see
Said one cowboy to another,
"I think it would be nice,
If we could take these injuns and convert them all to Christ;
See, they are all disgusting, and bringing me great pain,
And if they don't believe me,
We'll put a bullet in their brains!"
I am always shoutin',
When I go outside,
How people should repent now,
Or they're going to die
My motives are all selfish,
I'm a cannon brimmed with powder
If people don't believe me,
I just beat them and yell louder

I see a city on a hill,
I see the only way to be filled,
Mighty rushing wind around us,
Holy Spirit burn within us

[Chorus:]

Burn Burn Burn Within us, within us
Spirit of truth, my eyes deceive me,
Teach me how to see,
Ears cannot hear, my mouth is too dry to speak
You have searched me, you, you know me, there is nothing good inside me
Purge me, make me clean
My heart needs courage so burn inside of me

Burn within our hearts oh God
Teach me to be still
Let the tears roll from our eyes,
All we want is Jesus Christ
We want to

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

Johnny's got a grip on a blissful life,
He sucks on the smoke from the dope in his pipe
Wrapped around his fingers, a noose is loosing slack,
Strangling his forearm to fill his vewins with smack

PCP spells gun to the head,
Half a syringe or a barrel full of lead
Grasping at straws and coming up empty,
Carving with his life
This somber song of hope:
"Kill me"

Sally spells success M-O-N-E-Y
If she steps on some toes, it's an eye for an eye
She's climbing up the ladder, she's building up a wall,
To block out the world or the fear that she'll fall

Tightrope thins, conviction never stops
Money means nothing from a 40 floor drop
Her security blanket has worn itself thin,
She's hanging in the closet from a rope of her own sin

Nothing changes nothing will
Always skeptic, primed for the kill
Seeking nothing but selfish gain,
Filling your pockets, again and again
Selling your soul, taking you fill
Grasping at straws, feeding your own will
Killing your conscience, empty, bereft
Losing your life for the world, you are left alone

Some throw bricks through windows and yell,
Others beat their backs for fear of hell
Two-edged sword that cuts flesh to the joints,
The path is narrow, you missed the point

Fistful of sand a pitiful prize
YOu're blinding yourself, closing your eyes
The point was made eons ago,
Chaff in the wind, your life's gonna blow
Nothing you do, nothing can be new
What is good? What is true?
Seeking to serve not ourselves, never
The Lord is God, we will live forever

If you could ever find it in your heart
If you could ever think to find some sympathy
Never 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 song we haven't written yet about that time we did some stuff

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

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

Give me back my sandwich!