Death or Glory

[Music: Moti, Lyrics: Finlay/Moti] Reach for the rifle - go for the gun Saddle the beast huge load to heave Unstoppa bullrace now begun Cry for the slaughter who would believe Hunting the red one - blood on their breath Screaming horisons for clues o

Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the worid And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand how death or glory becomes just

Breaking the waves, a ride on the wild raging sea Playing with fortune, oh, what a lust to be free Flashlights and thunder, the prattering rain on the hull From a stormy horison we get our course The cry of freedom Face in the wind, we're riding the

I get so bored Going nowhere...pissed off with life Don't need no girl to hold me... I only love my knife When it's night And I'm out on my own on the street There's murder on my mind I don't hate authority... They know I'm not all bad I know that no