Hell's Ditch
The Pogues Lyrics


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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 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

Overall Meaning

The Pogues's song Hell's Ditch is a poem set to music, with vivid imagery and harsh realities of life. The opening line of "Life's a bitch, then you die" sets the tone for the entire song with a bleak outlook on life. The phrase "Hell's ditch" refers to the dangerous and uncertain situations in which people find themselves. The line "naked howling freedom" conveys the desperation and longing for escape from the violence and injustice we face.


The song's second verse describes the brutality of prison life, with the killer's hands bound with chains and the screaming of the lunatic in the cell next door. The line "Our lady of the flowers" is a reference to a novel by Jean Genet, who was also a criminal and writer. The third verse portrays a violent act of sexual humiliation by the Spanish police and the memory of it being captured in a mugshot. The phrase "if it ain't a fist it isn't love" speaks to the destructiveness of violence in intimate relationships. The final verse describes a beheading, with the breakfast bell ringing as if time marches on in the midst of violence and death.


Overall, the song paints a bleak picture of life and the harsh realities faced by criminals, prisoners, and those who are caught in the crosshairs of violence and oppression. It is a powerful meditation on freedom and the pursuit of it, even in the most disturbing and inhumane of circumstances.


Line by Line Meaning

Life's a bitch, then you die
Life is a cruel and unpredictable journey, and eventually it ends in death.


Black Hell
A metaphor for the harsh, unforgiving conditions of the song's setting.


Hell's ditch, naked howling freedom
Life in prison, where inmates are stripped of their dignity and basic rights.


The killer's hands are bound with chains
The prisoner is restrained and has no chance of escaping his fate.


At six o'clock it starts to rain
The pathetic fallacy, reflecting the dark mood of the song.


He'll never see the dawn again
The prisoner is facing execution at dawn and will never experience daylight again.


Our lady of the flowers
A reference to the novel by Jean Genet, which explores themes of homosexuality, prostitution, and criminality.


Genet's feeling Ramon's dick
An explicit reference to the novel, highlighting the taboo subject matter of homosexual relationships in the context of prison life.


The guy in the bunk above gets sick
The appalling living conditions and lack of medical care lead to illness and suffering among the prisoners.


In the cell next door the lunatic
A prisoner with a mental illness, left to suffer in isolation without proper treatment.


Starts screaming for his mother
A harrowing scene depicting the tragic effects of imprisonment on mental health.


Black dildo, black hell,
An offensive taunt from the prison guards, who take pleasure in humiliating and degrading the prisoners.


As the Spanish cops ridiculed my gel
A personal experience of the songwriter, highlighting the oppressive tactics of the Spanish authorities.


A mugshot I remember well
A lasting record of the songwriter's experience of being arrested and imprisoned.


Little man how you have suffered
A reflection on the unjust treatment of prisoners and the pain they endure.


I could hear the screams from up above
A horrifying image of other prisoners being tortured and abused by the guards.


If it ain't a fist it isn't love
A bitter observation on the perverse power dynamics of the prison system, where violence is the only form of affection available.


As for our lady she kneels down
A reference to the biblical story of the woman caught in adultery, who was brought before Jesus to be stoned.


Her neck is bent, the blade comes down
A graphic depiction of the prisoner's execution, emphasizing the cruelty and inhumanity of the death penalty.


Doing! There goes the breakfast bell
A sudden, jarring reminder of the mundane routine of life in prison, despite the intense suffering and violence.


Back from heaven, back to hell
A bleak epilogue, suggesting that even death cannot release the prisoners from their torment and suffering.


Naked howling freedom, Hell's ditch
A final, ironic comment on the lack of true freedom in prison, where even the most basic human dignity is stripped away.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JEREMY MAX FINER, SHANE PATRICK LYSAGHT MACGOWAN

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