Death or Glory Songtext
von The Clash

Every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world
Ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl
With, "Love and hate" tattooed across the knuckles of his hands
Hands that slap his kids around ′cause they don't understand how

Death or glory becomes just another story
Death or glory becomes just another story

Every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from Rock ′N' Roll
Grabs the mic to tell me he'll die before he′s sold
But 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

Oh! Ah-ah-ah! Ooh!
Ah-ah-ah! Ooh!
Ooh! Ah-ah!

There's a flying bird and guns you left to load
You say, "Ok, alright, I don′t wanna play a show"
And I don't know what other thinking, was it death or glory now?
Playin′ the blues of kings sure looks better now


Death or glory, just another story
Death or glory, just another story

Every dingy basement on every dingy street
Every draggin' handclap over every draggin′ beat
That's just the beat of time, beat that must go on
If you've been tryin′ for years, we already heard your song

Death or glory becomes just another story
Death or glory becomes just another story

Raise hell
Travel over mountains, raise hell
Fight you, brother
Fail ′til you lose
Raise trouble
Fail 'til you lose
Fight you, brother
Fight outside
Raise, brother
Fight for outside

Death or glory becomes just another story
Death or glory becomes just another story (hey, great)