Death Or Glory

(Strummer/Jones)

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

How death or glory becomes 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 fucks nun will later join the church

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