Death Or Glory

Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love n hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands Hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand how Death or glory becomes just another story Death or glory becomes just another story every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock n roll Grabs the mike to tell me he'll die before he's sold But I believe in this and it's been tested by research He who fucks nuns will later join the church Death or glory becomes just another story Death or glory becomes just another story Death or glory just another story Death or glory just another story From every dingy basement on every dingy street Every dragging hand clap over every dragging beat That's just the beat of time the beat that must go on If you've been trying for years we already heard your song Death or glory becomes just another story Death or glory just another story Death or glory becomes just another story Death or glory becomes just another story