 [Originally by The Clash]
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
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 he'll die before he's sold
But i believe in this-and it's been tested by research
That he who fucks nun will later join the church
How Death or glory becomes just another story
How death or glory becomes just another story
We're gonna march a long way, we're gonna travel a long time
We're gonna travel over mountains, we're gonna 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, we're gonna raise hell
How death or glory becomes just another story
How death or glory becomes just another story
From every dingy basement on every dingy street
I hear every dragging 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
How death or glory becomes just another story
How death or glory becomes just another story
How death or glory becomes just another story
How death or glory becomes just another story
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