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letra de hell's ditch - the pogues

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life’s a b-tch, then you die
black h-ll
h-ll’s ditch – naked howling freedom
the k!ller’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 d-ck
the guy in the bunk above gets sick
in the cell next door the lunatic
starts screaming for his mother

black d-ld-, black h-ll
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 h-ll
naked howling freedom – h-ll’s ditch

- the pogues

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