[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
d**h or glory, becomes just another story
d**h or glory, it's just another story
'N' every gimmick hungry slob 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 f**s nuns will later join the church
d**h or glory, it's just another story
d**h or glory, becomes just another story
We're gonna march a long way, we're gonna fight 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 until you lose
We're gonna raise a lot of trouble, we're gonna raise a lot of hell hell
We're gonna fight you brother, we're gonna raise hell
How d**h or glory becomes just another story
How d**h 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've tried for years, we've already heard your song
d**h or glory, it's just another story
d**h or glory, becomes just another story
d**h or glory, becomes just another story
d**h or glory, it's just another story