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
The hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand
How death or glory becomes just another story
Death or glory is just another story
'N' every gimmick hungry snob 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 nun will later join the church
Death or glory is just another story
Death or glory becomes 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 trouble, we're gonna raise a lot of hell
From every dingy basement on every dingy street
Every dragging handclap or every dragging beat
That used to be the time-the beat that must go on
And if you tried for years- we already heard your song
Death or glory is just another story
Death or glory becomes another story
Death or glory becomes another story
Death or glory becomes is another story
