Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world 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 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 ok Don’t wanna play the show Now all you’re 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?

From every dingy basement, on every dingy street Every dragging handclap over every dragging beat It’s just the beat of time, the beat that must go on If you’ve been trying for years, we ‘ready heard your song

Death or glory, becomes just another story Death or glory, just another story?

We gonna march, a long way Fight, a long time We got to travel, over mountains Got to travel, over seas We gonna fight, your brother We gonna fight, ‘til you lose We gonna raise, trouble We gonna raise, hell

We gonna fight, your 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