Death Or Glory

(album: Busted Jukebox, Volume 2 - 2017)

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
Hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand that

Death or glory
Becomes just another story
Death or glory
Becomes just another story

Now every gimmick-hungry [?] digging gold from rock 'n' roll
Grabs the mic to tell us how he'll die before he's sold
I believe in this and it's been tested by research
He who fucks nuns will later join the church

Death or glory
Becomes just another story
Death or glory
Becomes just another story

Fear in the gunsights
They say lie low
You say okay
I don't wanna play a show
Now all you're thinking
Was it death or glory now?
Playing the blues of kings
Sure looks better now

Death or glory
Becomes just another story
Death or glory
Becomes just another story

From every dingy basement on every dingy street
Every dragging hand clap over every dragging beat
That's just the beat of time, the beat that must go on
If you've been trying for years we already heard your song

Death or glory
Becomes just another story
Death or glory
Becomes just another story

We gonna march long way
We gonna travel a long time
We got to travel over mountains
We gonna travel over seas
We gonna fight your brother
We're gonna fight 'til you loose
We gonna raise trouble
We gonna raise hell
We gonna fight your brother
We gonna raise hell

Death or glory
Becomes just another story
Death or glory
Becomes just another story
Death or glory
Becomes just another story
Death or glory
Becomes just another story