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
How death or glory becomes just another story
´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 nun will later join the church

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