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