Death or Glory (Remastered)

Hey 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 of his hands 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 and 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 He who fucks nuns will later join the church Death or glory Becomes just another story Death or glory Becomes just another story Oh, ah ah ah, ow, ow Oh, ah ah ah, ow, ow Oh, ah ah ah, ow, ow Fear in the gun-sights, they say lie low You say ok, don't wanna play the show Now all you're thinking, "Was it death or glory now?" Playing the blues for pennies sure looks better now Death or glory Just another story Death or glory Just another story From every dingy basement, on every dingy street Every dragging handclap over every dragging beat It's just the beat of time, the beat that must go on If you've been trying for years, we 'lready heard your song Death or glory Becomes just another story Death or glory Just another story Gonna march a long way Fight a long time Got to travel over mountains Got to travel over seas We're gonna fight you, brother We're gonna fight 'til you lose We're gonna raise trouble We're gonna raise hell We're gonna fight you, brother Raise hell Death or glory Becomes just another story Death or glory Becomes just another story Death or glory Just another story Death or glory Becomes just another story