Death Or Glory Lyrics - London Calling - The Clash

Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world 

And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl 

"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 

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 

He who fucks nuns will later join the church 

Death or glory 

Becomes just another story 

Death or glory 

Becomes just another story 

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Oh, ah ah ah, ow, ow 

Oh, ah ah ah, ow, ow 

Oh, ah ah ah, ow, ow 

Fear in the gun-sights, they say lie low 

You say ok, don't wanna play the show 

Now all you're thinking: "Was it death or glory now?" 

Playing the blues for pennies sure looks better now 

Death or glory 

Just another story 

Death or glory 

Just another story 

From every dingy basement, on every dingy street 

Every dragging handclap over every dragging beat 

It's just the beat of time, the beat that must go on 

If you've been trying for years, we 'lready heard your song 

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Death or glory 

Becomes just another story 

Death or glory 

Just another story 

Gonna march a long way 

Fight a long time 

Got to travel over mountains 

Got to travel over seas 

We're gonna fight you, brother 

We're gonna fight till you lose 

We're gonna raise trouble 

We're gonna raise hell 

We're gonna fight you, brother 

Raise hell 

Death or glory 

Becomes just another story 

Death or glory 

Becomes just another story 

Death or glory 

Just another story 

Death or glory 

Becomes just another story