Death or Glory — текст песни (Clash, The)

(Strummer/Jones)

Every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the
world
And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl
Love `n` hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands
The hands that slap his kids around `cause they don`t understand

How death or glory becomes just another story
How 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 nun will later join the church

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