| Song | Hell's Ditch |
| Artist | The Pogues |
| Album | Hell's Ditch |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Finer, MacGowan | |
| 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 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 |
| zuo ci : Finer, MacGowan | |
| 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 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 |
| zuò cí : Finer, MacGowan | |
| 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 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 |