| Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world
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| Ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl
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| Love 'n hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands
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| Hands that slap his kids around, 'cause they don’t understand how
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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 mic 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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| 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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| Fear in the gun-sights
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| They say lie low
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| You say ok
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| Don’t wanna play the show
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| Now all you’re thinking
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| «Was it death or glory now?»
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| Playing the blues of kings
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| Sure looks better now
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| Death or glory, just another story?
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| Death or glory, just another story?
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| From every dingy basement, on every dingy street
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| Every dragging handclap over every dragging beat
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| It’s just the beat of time, the beat that must go on
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| If you’ve been trying for years, we 'ready heard your song
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| Death or glory, becomes just another story
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| Death or glory, just another story?
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| We gonna march, a long way
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| Fight, a long time
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| We got to travel, over mountains
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| Got to travel, over seas
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| We gonna fight, your brother
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| We gonna fight, 'til you lose
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| We gonna raise, trouble
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| We gonna raise, hell
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| We gonna fight, your brother
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| Raise, hell
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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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| Death or glory, just another story?
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| Death or glory, becomes just another story |