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.
'N' every gimmick hungry yob 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,
he who fucks nuns will later join the church
Death or glory becomes just another story.
Death or glory becomes just another story.
Fear in the down sex,
they say lie low,
you say ok,
don't wanna play a show...
No other thinking
would you get that boy now
playing the blues of kings,
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.
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.
Gotta launch long way.
Fight a long time.
Get to travel over mountains.
Got to travel over seas.
We gonna fight your brother.
We gonna fight til you loose.
We gonna raise trouble.
We gonna raise hell.
We gonna fight your brother.
We gonna 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.
