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
翻訳: ポーグス. ヘルズディッチ.
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
I recall the moment Before it slipped away When 5 green queens On a black bin bag Meant all the world to me And I recall the moment More distant than
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
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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
for a kid to do Down Rain Street Father McGreer buys an ice cold beer And a short for Father Loyola Father Joe's got the clap again He's drinking Coca
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
When it's Summer in Siam And the moon is full of rainbows When it's Summer in Siam And we go through many changes When it's Summer in Siam Then all I
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
You gotta walk that mile Honeychild You gotta walk that mile Honeychild Well I'll show you what is hip As we walk down Leeson strip And I'll do it for
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
O-we-o-o, Six to go O-we-o-o, Never gonna let go O-we-o-o, Nothing new O-we-o-o, Don't believe it's true O-we-o-o, On a Sunday O-we-o-o, Because of thunder
: 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
