Death or Glory

Hey

Now, every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world

Ends up makin' 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

In every gimmick hungry yob diggin' gold from rock 'n' roll

Grabs the mic and 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?

Playin' 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 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, just another story

Gotta march a long way

Fight a long time

Get to travel over mountains

Got to travel over seas

We gonna fight you, brother

We gonna fight till 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

Death or glory, just another story

Death or glory becomes just another story