Life's a bitch, then you die
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Black Hell
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Hell's ditch - naked howling freedom
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The killer's hands are bound with chains
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At six o'clock it starts to rain
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He'll never see the dawn again
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Our lady of the flowers
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Genet's feeling Ramon's dick
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The guy in the bunk above gets sick
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In the cell next door the lunatic
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Starts screaming for his mother
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Black dildo, black hell,
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As the Spanish cops ridiculed my gel
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A mugshot I remember well
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Little man how you have suffered
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I could hear the screams from up above
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If it ain't a fist it isn't love
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As for our lady she kneels down
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Her neck is bent, the blade comes down
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Doing! There goes the breakfast bell
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Back from heaven, back to hell
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Naked howling freedom - Hell's Ditch
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Hell's Ditch
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