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Pogues : Hell's Ditch
1990


  1. Sunnyside Of The Street
  2. Sayonara
  3. The Ghost Of A Smile
  4. Hell's Ditch

Sunnyside Of The Street

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Seen the carnival at Rome
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Had the women, I had the booze
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All that I can remember now
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Is little kids without no shoes
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So, I saw that train and I got on it
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With a heartful of hate and a lust for vomit
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Now I'm walking on the sunnyside of the street
Stepped over bodies in Bombay Tried to make it to the USA Ended up in Nepal Up on the roof with nothing at all And I knew that day I was going to stay right Where I am on the sunnyside of the street
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Been in a palace, been in a jail
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I just don't want to be reborn a snail
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Just want to spend eternity
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Right where I am on the sunnyside of the street
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As my mother wept it was then I swore
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To take my life as I would a whore
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I know I'm better than before
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I will not be reconstructed
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Just want to stay right here on the sunnyside of the street
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The sunnyside of the street The sunnyside of the street The sunnyside of the street


Sayonara

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OK, time for Sayonara
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Go on, Yankees, break my heart
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There's nothing left for us to say now
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Even the best friends gotta part
I walked into the nearest bar I sat and looked towards the sea I wandered drunken down the beach The waves just whispered misery
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She had a red red scarf around her neck
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Her eyes were green, her hair was black
She had a red red scarf around her neck Her eyes were green, her hair was black
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Ooh she gave me Mekong Whiskey
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Ooh she gave me Hong Kong Flu
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Ooh she gave me Mekong Whiskey
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Put me on a breeze to Katmandu
I got new papers in a bordello With some luckies and my ID My heart was pounding like a hammer Thai Thai Thai Thai Thai! I am free She kissed me softly on the lips She took my hand without a sound This was our happy ever after So motherfucker kiss the ground She had a red, red scarf around her neck... Ooh she gave me Mekong Whiskey...


The Ghost Of A Smile

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You gotta walk that mile, honey child
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You gotta walk that mile, honey child
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Well I'll show you what is hip
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As we walk down Leeson strip
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And I'll do it for the ghost of a smile
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Just the ghost, the ghost of a smile
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Just the ghost, the ghost of a smile
You can't take it with you when you go You can't take it with you when you go You gotta walk, walk that mile And I'll be with you, honey child And I'll do it for the ghost of a smile Just the ghost, the ghost of a smile Just the ghost, the ghost of a smile
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Don't wait too long
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Don't wait too long
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Don't wait too long, or I'll be gone
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Don't wait too long Don't wait too long Don't wait too long or I'll be gone
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Just the ghost, the ghost of a smile Just the ghost, the ghost of a smile


Hell's Ditch

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Life's a bitch then you die black Hell
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Hell's ditch naked howling freedom
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The killer's hands are bound with chains
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At six o'clock it starts to rain
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He'll never see the dawn again our lady of the flowers
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Genet's feeling Ramon's dick
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The guy in the bunk above gets sick
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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
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I could hear the screams from up above
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If it ain't a fist it isn't love
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As for our lady she kneels down
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Her neck is bent the blade comes down
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Doing there goes the breakfast bell
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Back from heaven back to hell
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Naked howling freedom, Hell's Ditch
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