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, 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