POGUES


Hell's Ditch Lyrics

Life's a bitch, then you die, black Hell
Hell's Ditch, naked howling freedom
The killer's hands are bound with chains

At six o'clock, it starts to rain
He'll never see the dawn again
Our lady of the flowers

Genet's feeling Ramon's dick
The guy in the bunk above gets sick
In the cell next door the lunatic
Starts screaming for his mother

Black dildo, black Hell
As the Spanish cops ridiculed my gel
A mugshot, I remember well
Little man, you have suffered

I could hear the screams from up above
If it ain't a fist, it isn't love
As for our lady, she kneels down
Her neck is bent, the blade comes down

Doing, there goes the breakfast bell
Back from Heaven, back to Hell
Naked howling freedom, Hell's Ditch

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Songwriter(s): Shane Patrick Lysaght Macgowan, Jeremy Max Finer
Publisher(s): Universal Music Publishing Mgb Ltd.
Record Label(s): 2006 Warner Music UK Ltd , Manufactured & Marketed by Rhino Entertainment Company, a Warner Music Group Company
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