Now 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
And every gimmick hungry job 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 nuns will later join the church
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
