The Pogues - Hell’s Ditch

      
 
 ***Hell's Ditch - by Shane MacGowan and Jem Finer
 from the album "Hell's Ditch"
 
 Hell's Ditch - as perfomed by The Pogues
 
 {There are three main riffs.}
 
         Am7 Am Am Am Am Am Am Am 
 RIFF 1:        
 
         Dm Am E Am 
 RIFF 2:    
 Dm Am E Am          
     for a while
 
 {Do the first thing again, speeding up.}
 
         Am Am Dm Dm Am E Am Am          
 RIFF 3:         for a while
 
 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 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
 
 ***Version 2*** by Kristoffer Ekman
 
 Intro ||:Am Amsus2 Am|Am Amsus2 Am:||
 ||:Dm Am|E Am|Dm Am|E Am|Dm Am |E Am|Dm Am |E Am:||
 ||:Am Amsus2 Am|Am Amsus2 Am:||
 |Am |Dm |Am E|Am |Am |Dm |Am E|Am ||
 
 Am                                Dm  
 Life's a bitch then you die black Hell
        Am    E            Am      
 Hell's ditch naked howling freedom
     Am                                      E                            
 The killer's hands are bound with chains at six o'clock it starts to rain
       E                           Am                  
 He'll never see the dawn again our lady of the flowers
 
 Dm                               Am                             
 Genet's feeling Ramon's dick the guy in the bunk above gets sick
        E                                Am                       
 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
 
         Dm                                   Am                        
 I could hear the screams from up above if it ain't a fist it isn't love
    Dm                               Am                               
 As for our lady she kneels down her neck is bent the blade comes down
 Dm                                  Am                           
 Doing there goes the breakfast bell back from heaven back to hell
 E                            Am   
 Naked howling freedom Hell's Ditch
 
 Outro |Am |Dm |Am E|Am |Am |E |E |Am ||
 |Dm |Am |E |Am |Am |Dm |Am E|Am ||