Death or Glory

Every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world Ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl With, "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 Every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock 'n' roll Grabs the mic 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 Oh! Ah-ah-ah-oh! Ah-ah-ah! Ooh! Ooh! Ah-ah! There's a flying bird and guns you left to load You say, "Okay, alright, I don't wanna play a show" And I don't know what other thinking, was it death or glory now? Playin' the blues of kings sure looks better now Death or glory, just another story Death or glory, just another story Every dingy basement on every dingy street Every draggin' handclap over every draggin' beat That's just the beat of time, beat that must go on If you've been tryin' for years, we already heard your song Death or glory becomes just another story Death or glory becomes just another story Raise hell Travel over mountains, raise hell Fight you, brother Fail 'til you lose Raise trouble Fail 'til you lose Fight you, brother Fight outside Raise, brother Fight for outside Death or glory becomes just another story Death or glory becomes just another story (hey, great)