very 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 The hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand
Death or glory, becomes just another story Death or glory, it's just another story
'N' every gimmick hungry slob digging gold from rock 'n' roll Grabs the mike to tell us he'll die before he's sold But i believe in this-and it's been tested by research That he who fucks nuns will later join the church
Death or glory, it's just another story death or glory, becomes just another story
We're gonna march a long way, we're gonna fight a long time We're gonna travel over mountains, we're gonna travel over seas We're gonna fight you brother, we're gonna fight until you lose We're gonna raise a lot of trouble, we're gonna raise a lot of hell
From every dingy basement on every dingy street I hear every dragging handclap over every dragging beat That's just the beat of time, the beat that must go on If you've tried for years, we've already heard your song
Death or glory, it's just another story Death or glory, becomes just another story
Death or glory, becomes just another story Death or glory, it's just another story