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

Death or glory is just another story



'N' every gimmick hungry snob 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



Death or glory is just another story

Death or glory becomes another story



We're gonna march a long way, we're gonna fight a long time 

We're gonna travel over mountains, we're gonna travel over seas

We're gonna fight you brother, we're gonna fight until you lose

We're gonna raise a lot trouble, we're gonna raise a lot of hell



From every dingy basement on every dingy street

Every dragging handclap or every dragging beat

That used to be the time-the beat that must go on

And if you tried for years- we already heard your song



Death or glory is just another story

Death or glory becomes another story



Death or glory becomes another story

Death or glory becomes is another story