All of the Vocal Tier 4 Rock Band songs

Overview

Steve Miller Band

Fly Like an Eagle

Classic Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

This here’s a story about Billy Joe and Bobbie Sue
Two young lovers with nothin’ better to do
Than sit around the house, get high, and watch the tube
And here is what happened when they decided to cut loose

They headed down to, ooh, old El Paso
That’s where they ran into a great big hassle
Billy Joe shot a man while robbing his castle
Bobbie Sue took the money and run

Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run

Billy Mack is a detective down in Texas
You know he knows just exactly what the facts is
He ain’t gonna let those two escape justice
He makes his livin’ off of the people’s taxes

Bobbie Sue, whoa, whoa, she slipped away
Billy Joe caught up to her the very next day
They got the money, hey
You know they got away
They headed down south and they’re still running today
Singin’ go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run

Bass

Overview

Lenny Kravitz

Let Love Rule

Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Love is gentle as a rose
And love can conquer any war
It’s time to take a stand
Brothers and sisters join hands

We got to let love rule
Let love rule
We got to let love rule
Let love rule

Love transcends all space and time
And love can make a little child smile
Oh can’t you see
This won’t go wrong
But we got to be strong
We can’t do it alone

We got to let love rule
Let love rule
We got to let love rule
Let love rule

Let love rule
You got to got to got to
Let love rule

You got to got to got to, yeah
Let let let let love rule
Let love rule

Let love rule
You got to got to got to
Use to yeah
You got to yeah
Waouh
You got to
Got to got to got to yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Let love rule

Bass

Overview

Lenny Kravitz

Let Love Rule

Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

It’s on the freedom train
Come on dance on the freedom train
It’s on the freedom train
Come on dance on the freedom train
It’s on the freedom train, train, train, yea
Come on dance on the freedom train
It’s on the freedom train
Come on dance on the freedom train

Uh huh
Uh huh

Uh huh
Uh huh

Uh huh
Uh huh

It’s on the freedom train
Come on dance on the freedom train
It’s on the freedom train
Come on dance on the freedom train
It’s on the freedom train, train, train, train, train
Come on dance on the freedom train
It’s on the freedom train
Come on dance on the freedom train
It’s on the freedom train, train, train, train, train, yea
It’s on the freedom train

It’s on the freedom train, yea, yea, yea, yea
Come on dance on the freedom train, yea

Freedom train
Freedom train

Bass

Overview

Dixie Chicks

Fly

Country

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

He pushed me ’round
Now I’m drawin’ the line
He lived his life
Now I’m gonna go live mine
I’m sick of wastin’ my time
Well now I’ve been good for way too long
Found my red dress and I’m gonna throw it on
‘Bout to get too far gone

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Need a little bit more of my twelve ounce nutrition
One more helpin’ of what I’ve been havin’
I’m takin’ my turn on the sin wagon

On a mission to make something happen
Feel like Delilah lookin’ for Samson
Do a little mattress dancin’
That’s right I said mattress dancin’

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Need a little bit more
Of what I’ve been missin’
I don’t know where I’ll be crashin’
But I’m arrivin’ on a sin wagon

When it’s my turn to march up to old glory
I’m gonna have one hell of a story
That’s if he forgives me
Oh, lord please forgive me

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Need a little bit more of that sweet salvation
They may take me
With my feet draggin’
But I’ll fly away on a sin wagon

I’ll fly away on a sin wagon

Bass

Overview

No Doubt

The Singles 1992-2003

Pop Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

I’m like a beggar with no luck
I’m holding signs up
On your streetcorner stops
Like most you try not to see me
You stare straight ahead
Ignore the responsibility
Excuse me… excuse me Mr.
I’ve been waiting in line
And I’d like to buy some of your time
I’m very anxious, eager, willing,
What’s your billing?

So please excuse me Mr.
You’ve got things all wrong
You make it feel like a crime
So don’t confuse me Mr.
I’ve known you too long
All I need is a little of your time

For most love comes for free
They don’t pay the high cost
Of mental custody
I’ll pay bail for a guarantee
Make space for me
In the time yet to be
Excuse me… (excuse me Mr.)
I’ve been waiting in line
And I’d like to buy time
Some of your time
I’ve been saving up my life,
What’s your price?

So please excuse me Mr.
You’ve got things all wrong
You make it feel like a crime
So don’t confuse me Mr.
I’ve known you too way long
All I need is a little of your time

What should I do
I’m about to crack
And there’s a force
That comes over me
It’s almost as if I’m tied to the tracks
And I’m waiting for him
To rescue me
The funny thing is
He’s not going to come
He’s not going to find me
This is a matter of fact
The desire you lack
This is the way I guess it has to be…
A little of your time
I need a little of your time
Please, a little of your time

So please excuse me Mr.
You got things all wrong
You make it feel like a crime
So don’t confuse me Mr.
I’ve known you way too long
All I need is a little of your time

I’m in line to buy time
I’m in line to buy time
I’m in line too
I’m in line too
Excuse me
I’ve been waiting in line
Excuse me
Excuse me Mr.

Bass

Overview

No Doubt

The Singles 1992-2003

Pop Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

You and your museum of lovers
A precious collection
you’ve housed in you covers
My simpleness threatened
by my own admission.

And the bags are much too heavy
in my insecure condition.
My pregnent mind is fat full
with envy again.

But I still love to
wash in your old bathwater.
Love to think you that
couldn’t love another.
I can’t help it
you’re my kind of man.

Wanted and adored
by attractive women.
Bountiful selection
at you discression.
I know I’m diving into
my own destruction.
So why do we choose
the boys that are naughty?
I don’t fit in
so why do you want me?
I know I can’t tame you
but I just keep trying.

Cos I love to
wash in your old bathwater.
Love to think that you
couldn’t love another
on your history
on your other women.
But I still love to
wash in your old bathwater.
You make me feel like
I couldn’t love another.
I cant help it
you’re my kind of man.

Why do the good girls
always want the bad boys?

So I pass off our problems
with kisses and cuddles.
Diligently doubtful through
all kinds of troubles.
Then I find myself
choking on my contradictions

Cos I still love to
wash in your old bathwater.
Love to think that
you couldn’t love another.
Share a toothbrush
you’re my kind of man.
I still love to
wash in your old bathwater.
Make me feel like
you could love another.
I can’t help it
you’re my kind of man.

No I can’t help myself
I can’t help myself
I still love to
wash in your old bathwater.

Bass

Overview

AC/DC

Live

Classic Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Wild beast, I’ll make you mine
Taste your kiss, sweet lips devine
She got moves, drips of sweat
She got eyes of blue, body curves
And legs that’ll break your nerves

Fire – when she’s going down
Fire – then she make you drown
Fire – then she blow you round

Yeah, You want some fun
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns

That lady bites, hard style
Drips of sex, eyes are wild
She got moves, long long legs
She got eyes of blue, body curves
Legs that’ll shake the earth

Fire – when she’s going down
Fire – then she make you drown
Fire – then she blow you round

Yeah, you want some fun
You gotta fire your guns
fire your guns
you gotta fire your guns
fire your guns
(yeah, yeow!)
Yeah
Fire – when she’s going down
Fire – then she make you drown
Fire – then she blow you round

yeah, you want some fun
Gotta fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns

Bass

Overview

AC/DC

Live

Classic Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Wan’ tell you a story ’bout a woman I know.
Ah, come to lovin’, she steals the show.
She ain’t exactly pretty, ain’t exactly small.
Forty-two, thirty-nine, fifty-six, you could say she got it all.

Never had a woman, never had a woman like you.
Doin’ all the things, doin’ all the things you do.
Ain’t no famous story, ain’t no skin and bones.
But you give it all you got, weighin’ in at nineteen stone.

You’re a whole lot of woman, whole lot of woman.

Whole lotta Rosie!
Whole lotta Rosie!
Whole lotta Rosie!
And you’re a whole lotta woman!

Oh, honey you can do it, do it to me all night long.
Only wanna turn, only wanna turn me on.
All through the nighttime, and right around the clock.
Woo, to my surprise, Rosie never stops.

You’re a whole lot of woman, whole lot of woman.

Whole lotta Rosie!
Whole lotta Rosie!
Whole lotta Rosie!
And you’re a whole lotta woman!

Bass

Overview

AC/DC

Live

Classic Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

All you women who want a man of the street
But you don’t know which way you wanna turn
Just keep a coming and put your hand out to me
‘Cause I’m the one who’s gonna make you burn

I’m gonna take you down
Oh down down down
So don’t you fool around
I’m gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger

Shoot to thrill, play to kill
Too many women with too many pills
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will, yeah

I’m like evil, I get under your skin
Just like a bomb that’s ready to blow
‘Cause I’m illegal, I got everything
That all you women might need to know

I’m gonna take you down
Yeah down down down
So don’t you fool around
I’m gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger

Shoot to thrill, play to kill
Too many women with too many pills
Yeah, shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will

‘Cause I shoot to thrill and I’m ready to kill
I can’t get enough, I can’t get the thrill
I shoot to thrill, play to kill
Yeah, pull the trigger

Pull it
Pull it, pull it, pull the trigger

Oh, shoot to thrill, play to kill
Too many women with too many pills
I said, shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will

‘Cause I shoot to thrill and I’m ready to kill
And I can’t get enough and I can’t get my thrill
‘Cause I shoot to thrill, play it again

Yeah
Shoot you down
Yeah, I’m gonna get you to the bottom and shoot you
I’m gonna shoot you
Oh hoo yeah yeah yeah
I’m gonna shoot you down, yeah yeah
I’m gonna get you down
Yeah yeah yeah
Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down
Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooooooh
I’m gonna shoot to thrill
Play to kill
Shoot to thrill, yeah ooh yeah

Bass

Overview

Shaimus

The Sad Thing Is, We Like it Here

Indie Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

You felt something alone
You keep to your own
We’ll never know, will we dear?
Steps you took from the start
To be where you are
But I don’t know where you go

And like a fool I’m looking ’round
For an answer with my head in my hands
So I have to

Close my eyes
To all but my own world because
The more I find
The more I realize I am
Just a rebel and a fool

You had fallen down
Your face in the ground
And you were all alone
On top of a hill
But we love you still
Oh, you’re so far from where you’ve come

And like a fool I’m looking ’round
For an answer with my head in my hands
So I have to

Close my eyes
To all but my own world because
The more I find
The more I realize I am
Just a rebel and a fool
Just a rebel and a fool
Looking for something good
Alright

Ooh yeah yeah yeah
Like a fool I look around for an answer
With my head in my hands
And so I have to

Calm my soul
I close my eyes
To all but my own world because
The more I find

I close my eyes
Oh no
To realize

Doo woo doo doo doo doo
Da dum doh da doh da doh da doh da da doh
Doo doo doo doo doo
Da dum doh da doh da doh

I am just a rebel
And a fool

Bass