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