Death Or Glory lyrics
by The Clash



Now 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 how

Death or glory becomes just another story

And every gimmick hungry job 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 fucks nuns will later join the church

Death or glory becomes just another story

In every dingy basement on every dingy street

I hear every gragging handclap over every dragging beat

That's just the beat of time

The beat that must go on

If you been trying for years

Then we already heard your song