| Every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world
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| And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl
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| Love 'n' hate hate tattoed across the knuckles of his hands
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| The hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don’t understand
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| Death or glory becomes just another story
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| Death or glory becomes just another story
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| 'N' every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock’n’roll
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| Grabs the Mike to tell us he’ll die before he’s sold
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| But i believe in this, and it’s been tested by research
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| That he who fucks nuns will later join the church
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| Death or glory becomes just another story
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| Death or glory becomes just another story
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| See you in the gunsights you say hello
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| I say ok don’t wanna play the show
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| All you are thinking 'bout is death or glory
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| Now playing the losers game, surely it’s better now
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| Death or glory becomes just another story
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| Death or glory becomes just another story
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| From every dingy basement on every dingy street
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| I hear every dragging handclap over every dragging beat
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| That’s just the beat of time, the beat that must go on
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| If you been trying for years, then we already heard your song
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| Death or glory becomes just another story
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| Death or glory becomes just another story |