Death Or Glory - Blankass

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 becomes just another story

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 nuns will later join the church

Death or glory becomes just another story

Death or glory becomes 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 becomes just another story

Death or glory becomes 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 becomes just another story

Death or glory becomes just another story