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(Hey)
Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world
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 'n' 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
Fear in the gun sights
They say lie low
You say okay
Don't wanna play a show
No other thinking
Was it death or glory now?
Playing the blues of kings
Sure looks better now
Death or glory, just another story
Death or glory, just another story
In every dingy basement on every dingy street
Every dragging hand clap over every dragging beat
That's just the beat of time, 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 march a long way
Fight a long time
Got to travel over mountains
Got to travel over seas
We gonna fight you, brother
We gonna fight 'til you lose
We gonna raise trouble
We gonna raise hell
We gonna fight you, brother
Raise hell
Death or glory becomes just another story
Death or glory becomes just another story (hear me, hear me)
Death or glory, just another story
Death or glory becomes just another story