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

Death or glory becomes just another story (x 2)
'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 nuns will later join the church
Death or glory becomes just another story (x 2)

Hair in the good size, say hello
They say ok, the one at private show,
Now I was figuring was it death or glory now,
Red blues in air, sure is better now

Death or glory becomes just another story (x 2)

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

Death or glory becomes just another story (x 4)