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Ya solo nos falta la letra/ we're just missing the lyrics and then perfect

Amazing game so far

Moon Night The Regan Simmins Washington Band Nobody's Werewolf

Mhmmm geht besser.

Innocence Burned, Alive on the Stage Tortured and Dumped in nameless graves Centuries weighed, authority died Scattering seeds of bleach and lye Sinister Rouge Coming back for more to even the score Sinister Rouge Coming back for more to even the score Child molesters and Jesuits Holding secret conference Underneath the pontiff's nose And only god will ever know Sinister Rouge Coming back for more to even the score Sinister Rouge Coming back for more to even the score Give us this day our daily bread And then you'll see we'll not forget Lick the wounds, cleanse the land The modern world rejects your hands Sinister Rouge Coming back for more to even the score Sinister Rouge Coming back for more to even the score

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Stranded In a life in which your struggle for acceptance Is a never-ending chore Upbraided For your actions past and present and rewarded for ideas Of the future's bright open door The henchman Is the human analogue of the suffering multitudes Who like good dogs sit and lick for their reward So what good advice have I got for you To insure against your likely metamorphosis into this reprobate? Don't be a henchman! Stand on your laurels Do what no one else does Praise the good of other men for good man's sake And when everyone else in the world follows your lead (although a cold day in hell it will surely be) That's when the entire world shall live in harmony

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I got friends who are in prison Friends who are dead Gonna tell you something That I've often said … You know these things that happen That's just the way it's supposed to be And I can't help but wonder Don't you know it coulda been me? … Well, I had me a good girl Her kisses sweeter than wine I had always hoped that someday Make her mine … But she ran off and married That's just the way it's supposed to be And I can't help but wonder Don't you know it could've been me? … Well, the junkie-cops on first street Sticks a needle in his arm No, he never meant to do Anyone no harm … But he's buried six feet deep That's just the way it's supposed to be And I can't help but wonder Don't you know it coulda been me? … Yeah … Well, I had me a good girl Her kisses sweeter than wine I had always hoped that someday I'd make her mine … But she ran off and married That's just the way it's supposed to be And I can't help but wonder Don't you know it coulda been me? … It coulda been me, could, could It coulda been me, could, could It coulda been me, yeah, coulda be me It coulda been me, coulda be me … It coulda been It shoulda been Me

maybe next time an instrumental without words

Awesome background vocals!

Your karaoke versions of BR songs are the best, by far. I've used a lot of them on karaoke shows (the ones I know the lyrics by heart). It would be perfect, if you could put the lyrics in the video, for people who doesn't know every word by heart.❤

Hey, let's jump around To the renegade sound Of the paranoid style Hey, get upside down To the American sound Of the paranoid style Everybody have you heard the news The old dance with wicked moves It's been around for many years So polish up your granddad's gear And shake it, shake it, shake with fear Waive your rights like you just don't care Anyone can do it - it's easy if you dare It's the paranoid style in American politics Casey Jones you better watch your apocalypse Illumination and fluoridation Are communist plots against the population Hey, let's jump around To the renegade sound Of the paranoid style Hey, get upside down To the American sound Of the paranoid style Hey kids on the right and left Do you feel dispossessed If you're on the left or right I feel your pain tonight So shake off reality It's easy as you please Soon everyone is dancing Con-spir-a-tor-i-a-lly It's the paranoid style in American politics Casey Jones you better watch your apocalypse All kinds of wild interpretation Are open to the paranoid imagination Hey, let's jump around To the renegade sound Of the paranoid style Hey, get upside down To the American sound Of the paranoid style

Endless evenings of non-exist Are getting shorter, monotonous Like an intruder, I belong outside Although I find myself right back The same place I was before Saying things I'd say once more There's no reason for me to be here, no I feel so lonesome, surrounded by friends Who are talking at me, saying things I could care less about This dialogue is without Worth, content, significance Conversational ambivalence Hear the same things every night, it just ain't right Who'll be left holding the bag ? Give me something I can sink my teeth into Show me a time, tell me a story I haven't heard a million times before I pass out from boredom As I watch the people pass ( I watch them pass) I see moments in their lives, nothing fascinating Are we all living for the past, never realizing We're clinging to an empty bag Lacking content, significance Conversational ambivalence Hear the same thing every night, it just ain't right We'll see who's left holding the bag

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And did those feet in ancient times Trod on America's pastures of green? And did that anthropocentric God wane With their thoughts and beliefs all unseen? I don't think so, He's up there with the others lying low, Vying with those who you've traded Your life to bless your soul. And have they told you how to think, Cleansed your mind of sepsis and autonomy? Or have you escaped from scrutiny, And regaled yourself with depravity? Now we all see, religion is just Synthetic frippery, unnecessary In our expanding global cultural efficiency. Now we all fear this impasse We have built to our future? Ever so near, And oh so austere.

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It's a long way to the promise land So you'd better well know your way Where's a ship on the ocean And an albatross who is trying to lead you astray Leaders, politicians, and power whores Are in line to receive your choice And you bet your ass, if you give it to them, They will gladly take your voice And it's a long way to the promise land Wo-oh oh oh oh It's a long way to the promise land, If we work we might find it here There's no substitute for enlightenment, There's no reason for bridled fear When you join the people who've joined the club You gotta clench and play your hand 'cause if you fall in line you're gonna fall in time And you'll never make a stand It's a long way to the promise land Wo-oh oh oh oh What are you going to do? When they call for you? Bend and capitulate? Or keep your head on straight? Easy answers bought without experience, Is gonna lead you to certain doom Because the truth is just what you make of it, It begins and ends with you! And it's a long way to the promise land Wo-oh oh oh oh

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Was in a bad place when you punched Your supervisor in the throat An inadvertent fatal blow Were the words your lawyer used On the unsympathetic judge Who was having a bad day So he threw your life away Is your faith a comfort still? I know the answer Still I ask "Where is your god now?"

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Good stuff! 👌

"Go ahead and pick a driver!!!"

I love this song

Jenna's Body The Regan Simmins Washington Band Violet

Brilliant

amazing!!

The Regan Simmins Mariemua Salem Grimshawe Washington Band "Celebrity Vibe" Bad Blood Interscope Records/RCA Entertainment Island Music Group DIRECTOR: Brett Ratner & David Meyers & Michael North & Spike Lee & Patrick Tracy & The Regan Simmins Salem Grimshawe Washington Band

Bust In The Back The Regan Simmins Washington Band Project Monster

Seeds of rebellion lay outside your front door If you nourish them and water them they'll grow into a healthy what for? And if revolution isn't what's in store How can you care anymore? It's a dangerous slip, A conscientious shift In the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip Lest the state of your resolve makes you quickly devolve to a fundamentalist You're an archetype, That they can pin to the wall As you cling to all convictions like a farm animal in its stall Never thinking of the bigger world outside As they take you for a ride It's a dangerous slip, A conscientious shift In the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip Because passion unabated will be readily conflated with belligerence It's a dangerous slip, A conscientious shift The spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip And the verdict won't be kind 'cuz they're desperate for a viable alternative Take a stance. The Resist stance. Take a stance. The Resist stance. Take a stance. The Resist stance. Take a stance. The Resist stance.

Que legal, dá pra ouvir nitidamente algo de Smells Like Teen Spirit nas vocalizações da Melissa Auf Der Maur.

Rock Music The Regan Simmins Washington Band Bad Blood

You Going Down The Regan Simmins Washington Band Project Monster

In L.A. Basin heroin was so passé We had to find something cheaper And not so far from West L.A We were all looking for a high different and new When dope was hard to get, Codeine 4 and Doriden would have to do On doors and fours we take our chance White punks on dope‚ perfect romance On doors and fours in '83 When we got loaded taking loads we'd all OD eventually Was there a killer or did Jordan Hiller just have a death wish ? His parents didn't need to find their oldest son cold as a fish When loads were finding the roads to Beverly Hills Heroin and PCP were a safer bet compared to those six pills On doors and fours we never knew Which one of us was turning blue Why wasn't anybody scared? 'Cause we were teenagers on loads - so no one really fucking cared! On doors and fours‚ I'm on all fours - on doors and fours On doors and fours‚ I'm on all fours - on doors and fours On doors and fours, I'm on all fours - on doors and fours! Another good friend's heart explodes 'Cause all the punks are doing loads While we're all still taking our loads 'Cause all the punks are doing loads Our arteries and veins corrode 'Cause all the punks are doing loads Los Angeles' punk scene slowly erodes 'Cause all the punks are doing loads We lived on violent apathy This was L.A. in '83 Straight out of the Hills of Beverly Old L.A. punks will never die from old age - 'cause they all OD!

I know there are not so much reactions to this video, but please for God's sake dont you ever delete this one. The look on my wife's face when I sing this song in the car is priceless

Another year has passed and I'm all right I lick the salt from my wounds and run into the night Well, it's unknown, why collusion goes on It rapes like betrayal and I'm rotting in the squalor of some Do you remember the rage? I remember the hate I remember it rained for years and the blood had left a stain You say, I got karma to collect I dig my grave and I'm here waiting for some kind of check If I get one, I'll hold my breath I racked my spine, it takes a year of you to warrant a test As the years go by I won't cry It's the year you walked into my life I will despise We are the revenants We will rise up from the dead We become the living We've come back to reclaim our stolen breath We are the revenants We will rise up from the dead We become the living We've come back to reclaim our stolen... We are the revenants We will rise up from the dead We become the living We've come back to reclaim our stolen breath We are the revenants We will rise up from the dead We become the living We've come back to reclaim our stolen breath We are the revenants We will rise up from the dead We become the living We've come back to reclaim our stolen breath We are the revenants We will rise up from the dead We become the living We've come back to reclaim our stolen... Another year has passed and I'm all right I lick the salt from my wounds and run into the night Run into the night Run into the night Run into the night Run into the night

Aggression The Regan Simmins Washington Band Project Monster

Have you been to the desert? Have you walked with the dead? There's a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread And the figures don't lie they speak of human disease But we do what we want and we think what we please Have you lived the experience? Have you witnessed the plague? People making babies sometimes just to escape In this land of competition the compassion is gone Yet we ignore the needy and we keep pushing on Keep pushing on This is just a punk rock song Written for the people who can see something's wrong Like ants in a colony we do our share But there's so many other fuckin' insects out there And this is just a punk rock song Have you visited the quagmire? Have you swam in the shit? The party convention and the real politic The faces always different, the rhetoric the same But we swallow it all, and we see nothing change Nothing has changed This is just a punk rock song Written for the people who can see something's wrong Like workers in a factory we do our share But there's so many other fuckin' robots out there And this is just a punk rock song Ten million dollars on a losing campaign Twenty million starving and writhing in pain Big strong people unwilling to give Small in vision and perspective One in five kids below the poverty line One population runnin' out of time Runnin' out of time This is just a punk rock song Written for the people who can see something's wrong Like ants in a colony we do our share But there's so many other fuckin' insects out there And this is just a punk rock song These figures don't lie they speak of human disease But we do what we want and we think what we please One in five kids below the poverty line One population runnin' out of time This is just a punk rock song This is just a punk rock song This is just a punk rock song

Just awesome! My the one and only favourite song and the alubm too. The song contains so many dots that I cling to as my soul dictates, you know. Greetings from Moscow.

Yeah 🤘 the first.

Thanks for upload sounds awesome

Ruthless The Regan Simmins Washington Band Violet

Thank you for this channel!!!!!!

It's a matter of prescience No, not the science fiction kind It's all about ignorance, and greed, and miracles for the blind the media parading, disjointed politics founded on petrochemical plunder and we're its hostages If you stand to reason you're in the game the rules might be elusive but our pieces are the same and you know if one goes down we all go down as well the balance is precarious as anyone can tell this world's going to hell Don't allow this mythologic hopeful monster to exact its price Kyoto now! We can't do nothing and I think someone else will make it right You might not think it matters now But what if you are wrong You might not think there's any wisdom in a fucked up punk rock song But the way it is cannot persist for long a brutal sun is rising on a sick horizon It's in the way we live our lives exactly like the double-edge of a cold familiar knife and supremacy weighs heavy on the day it's never really what you own but what you threw away and how much did you pay? Don't allow this mythologic hopeful monster to exact its price Kyoto now! We can't do nothing and I think someone else will make it right In your dreams You saw a steady state a bounty for eternity Silent screams but now the wisdom that sustains us is in full retreat Don't allow this mythologic hopeful monster isn't worth the risk Kyoto now! We can't have vision for the future if it can't be fixed Alien We need a fresh and new religion to run our lives Hand in hand the arid torpor of inaction will be our demise Oh, Kyoto now!

Marked The Regan Simmins Washington Band Bad Blood

There's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon And a little sullen girl face-up staring at the moon And there's no one around to hear their lonesome cries Then they pass away alone into the night Why do we pity the dead? Are you churned by emotion from voices in your head? Look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why Oh why do we pity the dead? Well, you've seen the disease, suffering and decay And you whisper to yourself, blissfully, "it's okay" And you still refuse the possibility That the dead are better off than we Why do we pity the dead? Are you scared of the logic that swirls within your head? Look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why Oh, why do we pity the dead? Tell me what you see Tell me what you know Is there anyone who lives a painless life? If there is, show me so The destitute and famished Demonic and the banished Dejected and the ostracized The brainwashed and the paralyzed The conquered and objectified The few who see the other side Tell me what you see It's a mortal, wretched cacophony In the end, you may find there's no guiding, subtle light No ancestors, no friends, no judge of wrong or right Just eternal silence and dormancy And a final, everlasting peace Why do we pity the dead? Are you churned by emotion from voices in your head? Look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why Oh why do we pity the dead?

You were the one, You were my everything Never apart, No one in-between Then one day, When you went your own way You felt justified, And I was mortified But today You are just a picture And a thousand memories Is all I take with me 'cause your smile Is just too much to see You're just a thousand memories Fantasies, broken dreams Reveries, sordid histories Following my heart, Laden with reaction, Without calibration or design Committed to a trial, A life of understanding Can't somebody show a sign to you? For me, to see if you only knew That you were the one You were my everything Never apart, No one in-between Then one day, When you went your own way You felt justified, And I was mortified But today You are just a picture And a thousand memories Is all I take with me Cause a picture is worth One thousand memories

There's a prophet on a mountain, and he's making up dinner With long division and writing crop Anybody can feel like a winner when it's served up piping hot But the people aren't looking for a handout They're America's working corps Can this be what they voted for? Let them eat war (ah, ah-ah, ah) Let them eat war That's how to ration the poor Let them eat war (ah, ah-ah, ah) Let them eat war There's an urgent need to feed Declining pride From the force to the union shops The war economy is making new jobs But the people who benefit most Are breaking bread with their benevolent hosts Who never stole from the rich to give to the poor All they ever gave to them was a war And a foreign enemy to deplore Let them eat war (ah, ah-ah, ah) Let them eat war That's how to ration the poor Let them eat war (ah, ah-ah, ah) Let them eat war There's an urgent need to feed Declining pride We've got to kill 'em and eat 'em before they reach for their checks Squeeze some blue collars, let them bleed from their necks Seize a few dollars from the people who sweat 'Cause it's freedom or death, and they won't question it (they won't question it) At a job site, the boss is godlike Conditioned workhorses park at a stoplight Seasoned vets with their feet in nets A stone's throw away from a rock fight But not tonight here comes another ration (Feed 'em death) 'cause they're the finest in the nation (Feed 'em death) but there's nothing left to feed 'em with 'Cause it's freedom or it's death Let them eat war (ah, ah-ah, ah) Let them eat war That's how to ration the poor Let them eat war (ah, ah-ah, ah) Let them eat war There's an urgent need to feed

Come and see the brilliant light Don't let your emotions mask your sight It's a manifestation of a deeper fight That affects me and you My optimism was running high A new world order was on my mind But I couldn't believe it when I heard them say They're throwing it away And the fertile crescent is burning today And baby, my emotions are, too The cradle of humanity has led us all astray And we're all in this together, don't you know? 'Cause our species has nowhere else to go Aggression rears its ugly head Retaliation brings further dread The two are linked by unseen threads That wind back through time I don't agree with this outdated trend Nationalism's an evil friend Hatred's instilled by invisible lines Drawn in our minds And the fertile crescent is haunting us today And baby, our instincts are, too The ghost of humanity is warning us this way And I think we all should heed it, don't you know? 'Cause we've got nowhere else to go The fertile crescent is haunting us today And baby, our instincts are, too The ghost of humanity is warning us this way And I think we all should heed it, don't you know? 'Cause we've got nowhere else to go