[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