Lletres:
Pogues The Hell S Ditch

Traducció: The Pogues. Rasa de l'infern.

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

Beach Met a girl said she's really going to blow my mind She say's she don't mean sex and I say alright Turns out she's a bloke, tries to give me head

with a pistol up his arse Mother of all our joys.... The killers came to mutilate the dead But ran away in terror to search the town instead But Lorca's

Moon changes Now bush Now city Eora home No city Irish loss Same dream Vinegar Hill No rhyme See the judas man in red All live in rainbow's dread Write

OK, it's time for Sayonara So long yankee break my heart Now there's nothing left but sorrow Even the best friends they must part I walked into the

No one shed a tear Sit my friends and listen Put your glasses down Sit my friends and listen To the voices of the drowned In the moonlight's ghostly

it With a heartful of hate And a lust for vomit Now I'm walking on the sunnyside of the street Stepped over bodies in Bombay Tried to make it to the U.S

: 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