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      Death or Glory ?

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 dont 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 hell die before hes sold
But I believe in this-and its 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
Thats just the beat of time-the beat that must go on
If you been trying for years-then we already heard your song