Lyrics Hell's Ditch - The 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
1 Dirty Old Town
2 The Irish Rover
3 Sally MacLennane
4 Fiesta
5 A Pair Of Brown Eyes
6 Fairytale of New York
7 The Body Of An American
8 Streams of Whiskey
9 The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn
10 If I Should Fall from Grace With God
11 Misty Morning, Albert Bridge
12 Rain Street
13 White City
14 A Rainy Night In Soho
15 London Girl
16 Boys from the County Hell
17 The Sunnyside of the Street
18 Summer In Siam
19 Hell's Ditch
20 The Old Main Drag
21 The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
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