Betse Ellis - Straight to Hell Lyrics
If you can play on the fiddle, how's about a British jig and reel? Speaking King's English inquotations, as railhead towns feel the steel mills rust… water froze in the generation… clearas winter ice… this is your paradise… there ain't no need for ya, there ain't no need for ya.Go straight to hell, boys… go straight to hell boys. You wanna join in a chorus of theAmerasian blues? When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City kiddy say papa-papapapa-papa-papa-san, take me home. See me got photo-photo-photograph of you of you andmama mama mama-san… you and mama mama-san. Let me tell ya 'bout your blood,bamboo kid… it ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice… straight to hell, boy… go straight to hell boy. Ohpapa-san, please take me home. Papa-san, everybody they wanna go home… and mamasansays… You wanna play mind-crazed banjo on the druggy-drag ragtime USA? Inparkland international - HA - junkiedom USA… where procaine proves the purest rockman groove… and rat poison… the volatile molotov says…. ahhhh… ahhhh… straight to hell!Can you really cough it up loud and strong? The immigrants… wanna sing all night long… Itcould be anywhere, most likely any frontier, any hemisphere… no man's land… And thereain't no asylum here. King Solomon never lived round here… Go straight to hell, boys… gostraight to hell boy… yeah
