Death Or Glory

Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love and hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands hands that slap his kids around,they don't understand how Death or glory Becomes just another story Death or glory just another story And every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock and 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 That he who fucks nuns will later join the church Chorus Ha ha ha (Some lyrics can be wrong here) Fear in the gun-sights,They say lie low, You say ok,Don't wanna play the show, Now all you're thinking death or glory now Playing the blues of kings, now. In every dingy basement on every dingy street Every dragging hand clap 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 Death or glory just another story Death or glory bababa seas over mountains Death or glory oh just another story Death or glory bababa just another story