Pogues - Hell's Ditch Lyrics
Lifes a *****, then you dieBlack hellHells ditch - ***** howling freedomThe killers hands are bound with chainsAt six oclock it starts to rainHell never see the dawn againOur lady of the flowersGenets feeling ramons dickThe guy in the bunk above gets sickIn the cell next door the lunaticStarts screaming for his motherBlack dildo, black hell,As the spanish cops ridiculed my gelA mugshot I remember wellLittle man how you have sufferedI could hear the screams from up aboveIf it aint a fist it isnt loveAs for our lady she kneels downHer neck is bent, the blade comes downDoing! there goes the breakfast bellBack from heaven, back to hell***** howling freedom - hells ditch