Am G Life's a bitch then you die black Hell Am Em Am Hell's ditch naked howling freedom Am The killer's hands are bound with chains at G six o'clock it starts to rain Am He'll never see the dawn again our lady of the flowers G Am Genet's feeling Ramon's dick the guy in the bunk above gets sick Em In the cell next door the lunatic starts Am screaming for his mother 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 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm G |