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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 nuns 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