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zurdo que veo, zurdo que baleo
Let's have a war!
A bomb hits the city all life instantly vaporized
But i'm not so fortunate burning right before my eyes
Stumbling I trip over pieces of descending flesh
Leaving a pile of smoldering humanoid mess
Radiation, coming in waves
Leading me to my nuclear grave
Humanity somehow stood up on its mutated feet
Reeling with pride man just would not accept his defeat
Into the missiles deadly disease and poison gas
Launching them off terracidal journey kills the last
Vomiting blood I choke on my tongue
The gas from above is filling my lungs
Silence and darkness the species of man is extinct
The boiling oceans into which the continents sink
Gravity gone the moon collides with a dead earth
Flaming world out of orbit flying into deep space
Prey for your death If you survive
You'll die in pain in World War 5
born to teach them all to heel
May the 8th
Steve Perry and Jonathan Cain wrote this song in order to create something positive during the time when Neal Schon and Ross Valory were going through painful divorces. Perry told Cain at the time, "There's got to be a more soulful way of looking at this."
Bassicaly fuzz and wah
21 waves of slaughter, one of the hardest cooperative achievements I have ever faced.
Sadness never ends.
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Larga Vida al Baron!
The song you hear when you meet with King Dice on the Cuphead videogame.
All that 1930's doublebass jazz, give yourself some time to play such a great game!
may the 8th
Are those ours, over head
why can't they shoot the enemy instead
We took the King's shilling for killing the hun
Over there, they must be blind
they think we're singing songs to pass time
Walking through land mines ain't really much fun
Seeing those blue skies reminds me of home
They seem to forget we're made of flesh, blood and bone
But we didn't come here to die on our own
to be remembered in a tower of stone
For their honour for their honour and their blood,
honour and blood
See the fear in our eyes
they kick us to make sure we're still alive
To fulfill the duty of shooting someone
if I were dead I'd understand
But I never thought that I could kill a man
Maybe tomorrow I won't see the sun
Normal tunning
Covering tunes with my Cobra bass