(Shane MacGowan and Jem Finer)
Life's a (*##$, 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 !@(*, 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