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