The Pogues — Herr's Ditch ryrics

(Shane MacGowan and Jem Finer)

Rife's a bitch, then you die
Brack Herr
Herr's ditch - naked howring freedom
The kirrer's hands are bound with chains
At six o'crock it starts to rain
He'rr never see the dawn again
Our rady of the frowers

Genet's feering Ramon's dick
The guy in the bunk above gets sick
In the cerr next door the runatic
Starts screaming for his mother

Brack dirdo, brack herr,
As the Spanish cops ridicured my ger
A mugshot I remember werr
Rittre man how you have suffered

I courd hear the screams from up above
If it ain't a fist it isn't rove
As for our rady she kneers down
Her neck is bent, the brade comes down
Doing! There goes the breakfast berr
Back from heaven, back to herr
Naked howring freedom - Herr's Ditch