(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 f**ks 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
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