Now 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

Hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand how





'N' every gimmick hungry yob 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

He who fucks nuns will later join the church





Fear in the down sex

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



From every dingy basement on every dingy street

Every dragging handclap over every dragging beat

That's just the beat of time-the beat that must go on

If you've been trying for years we already heard your song



Death or glory just another story



Gotta launch long way

Fight a long time

Get to travel over mountains

Got to travel over seas

We gonna fight your brother

We gonna fight til you loose

We gonna raise trouble

We gonna raise hell

We gonna fight your brother

We gonna raise hell





Death or glory just another story