Clash The Death Or Glory Lyrics

Death Or Glory Lyrics

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