Hell's Ditch Lyrics - Pogues

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