(originally by The Clash)
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Every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world
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And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl
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Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands
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The hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand
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Death or glory, becomes just another story
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Death or glory, it's just another story
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'N' every gimmick hungry slob digging gold from rock 'n' roll
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Grabs the mike to tell us he'll die before he's sold
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But i believe in this-and it's been tested by research
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That he who fucks nuns will later join the church
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Death or glory, it's just another story
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death or glory, becomes just another story
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We're gonna march a long way, we're gonna fight a long time
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We're gonna travel over mountains, we're gonna travel over seas
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We're gonna fight you brother, we're gonna fight until you lose
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We're gonna raise a lot of trouble, we're gonna raise a lot of hell hell
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We're gonna fight you brother, we're gonna raise hell
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How death or glory becomes just another story
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How death or glory becomes just another story
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From every dingy basement on every dingy street
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I hear every dragging handclap over every dragging beat
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That's just the beat of time, the beat that must go on
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If you've tried for years, we've already heard your song
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Death or glory, it's just another story
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Death or glory, becomes just another story
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Death or glory, becomes just another story
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Death or glory, it's just another story
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Death Or Glory
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Social Distortion |