Hell's Ditch
The Pogues
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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 how 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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Written by: JEREMY MAX FINER, SHANE PATRICK LYSAGHT MACGOWAN
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