Death or Glory

Hey

Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world

And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl

"Love and 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

And every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock and roll

Grabs the mic to tell us 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

Oh, ah ah ah, ow, ow

Oh, ah ah ah, ow, ow

Oh, ah ah ah, ow, ow

Fear in the gun-sights, they say lie low

You say ok, don't wanna play the show

Now all you're thinking, "Was it death or glory now?"

Playing the blues for pennies sure looks better now

Death or glory

Just another story

Death or glory

Just another story

From every dingy basement, on every dingy street

Every dragging handclap over every dragging beat

It's just the beat of time, the beat that must go on

If you've been trying for years, we 'lready heard your song

Death or glory

Becomes just another story

Death or glory

Just another story

Gonna march a long way

Fight a long time

Got to travel over mountains

Got to travel over seas

We're gonna fight you, brother

We're gonna fight 'til you lose

We're gonna raise trouble

We're gonna raise hell

We're gonna fight you, brother

Raise hell

Death or glory

Becomes just another story

Death or glory

Becomes just another story

Death or glory

Just another story

Death or glory

Becomes just another story