Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love and Hate tattooed across the knuckles on 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, becomes just another story And 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 That 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 down sex They say lie low You say ok 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, becomes just another story Death or Glory, becomes just another story In every dingy basement on every dingy street I hear every gragging 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 Death or Glory, becomes just another story Death or Glory, becomes just another story Gonna march a long way Fight a long time Get to travel over mountains Got to travel over seas We're gonna fight your brother We're 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