Death or Glory
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
How death or glory becomes just another story
'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
That he who fucks nun will later join the church
See you in the gunsights you say hello
You say ok don't wanna play the show
all you are thinking 'bout is death or glory now
playing the losers game, surely it's better now
From every dingy basement on every dingy street
I hear every dragging handclap over every dragging beat
That's just the beat of time-the beat that must go on
If you been trying for years-then we already heard your song
We're gonna march a long way, we're gonna fight a long time, we've got to travel over mountains, we've got to travel overseas, we're going to fight your brother, we're going to fight till you lose,
we're gonna raise trouble, we're gonna raise hell,
we're gonna FIGHT your brother, raise hell