Get your son - young 'n' dumb
  Give him a gun - make him run
  Hot stuff - on a Saturday night
  Wait a minute - this ain't right
  
  It's that same old story
  Talkin' 'bout the death 'n' glory boys
  When your head is on the scaffold
  'N' your ass is on the line
  You gotta give it that old religion
  One mo' time
  Get the death 'n' glory boys
  
  Midnight - no light
  Cool sand - like mud in my hands
  Got this feelin' - in my hair
  What's that movin' - I ain't a scared
  
  It's that same old story
  Freak out with the death 'n' glory boys
  When it's down to stealing apples
  'N' you been doin' time
  They can buy the hero in you
  For a dime
  You're a death 'n' glory boy
  
  You'd better pack up your troubles
  In your old kit bag
  Say goodbye to your mother
  She's the only friend you have
  
  Long live the leaders
  Long may they reign
  May they live long enough
  To feel every single pain
  
  They don't care about the widows
  They don't give no reasons why
  They just keep on making medals
  You can buy
  
  From the death 'n' glory boys