| Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world
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| And ends up makin' payments on a sofa or a girl
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| «Love» and «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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| In every gimmick hungry yob diggin' gold from rock 'n' roll
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| Grabs the mic and 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 a show
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| No other thinking
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| Was it death or glory now?
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| Playin' 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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| In every dingy basement on every dingy street
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| Every draggin' handclap over every draggin' beat
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| That’s just the beat of time, beat that must go on
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| If you’ve been tryin' for years 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
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| Gotta march a long way
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| Fight a long time
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| Get 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 becomes just another story
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| Death or glory becomes just another story |