Hells Ditch
Lifes a bitch, then you die
Black hell
Hells ditch - naked howling freedom
The killers hands are bound with chains
At six oclock it starts to rain
Hell never see the dawn again
Our lady of the flowers
Genets feeling ramons 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 aint a fist it isnt 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 - hells ditch
song performed by Pogues
Added by Lucian Velea
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