Death Or Glory

Paroles & musiques : 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 hate tattoed across the knuckles of his hands 
The hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand. 

Death or glory [bad word] just another story 
Death or glory [bad word] just another story 

'N' every gimmick hungry yob 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 [bad word] nuns will later join the church. 

Death or glory [bad word] just another story 
Death or glory [bad word] just another story 

See you in the gunsights you say hello 
I say ok don't wanna play the show 
all you are thinking 'bout is death or glory 
now playing the losers game, surely it's better now 

Death or glory [bad word] just another story 
Death or glory [bad word] 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 been trying for years, then we already heard your song. 

Death or glory [bad word] just another story 
Death or glory [bad word] just another story