B B F# F#
Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world
E E B F#
ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl
B B F# F#
Love and hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands
E E B F#
hands that slap his kids around,they don't understand how
E B
Death or glory
F# B
Becomes just another story
E B
Death or glory
F# B
just another story
B F# E B F#
And every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock and roll
Grabs the mic 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
Chorus
Ha ha ha
F#
E B F# B (Some lyrics can be wrong here)
Fear in the gun-sights,They say lie low,
You say ok,Don't wanna play the show,
Now all you're thinking death or glory now
Playing the blues of kings, now.
E B F# B
B F# E B F#
In 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 been trying for years then we already heard your song
E B
Death or glory
F# B
just another story
E B
Death or glory
F# B
bababa seas over mountains
E B
Death or glory
F# B
oh just another story
E B
Death or glory
F# B
bababa just another story