The Pogues

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Am			          G
Life's a bitch then you die black Hell
        Am    Em	     Am
Hell's ditch naked howling freedom
     Am
The killer's hands are bound with chains at
 G
six o'clock it starts to rain
      		                   Am
He'll never see the dawn again our lady of
the flowers
G		                 Am
Genet's feeling Ramon's dick the guy in
the bunk above gets sick
       Em
In the cell next door the lunatic starts
  Am
screaming for his mother

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 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