歌曲 | Hell's Ditch |
歌手 | The Pogues |
专辑 | Very Best Of The Pogues |
下载 | 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 |