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
Death or glory, it´s just another story

´N´ every gimmick hungry slob 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, it´s just another story
death or glory, becomes just 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 of trouble, we´re gonna raise a lot of hell hell
We´re gonna fight you brother, we´re gonna raise hell

How death or glory becomes just another story
How death or glory becomes just another story

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´ve tried for years, we´ve already heard your song

Death or glory, it´s just another story
Death or glory, becomes just another story

Death or glory, becomes just another story
Death or glory, it´s just another story