Clash - Straight To Hell Lyrics
If you can play on the fiddleHows about a british jig and reel?Speaking kings english in quotationAs railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water frozeIn the generationClear as winter iceThis is your paradiseThere aint no need for yaGo straight to hell boysYwanna join in a chorusOf the amerasian blues?When its christmas out in ho chi minh cityKiddie say papa papa papa papa-san take me homeSee me got photo photoPhotograph of youMamma mamma mamma-sanOf you and mamma mamma mamma-sanLemme tell ya bout your blood bamboo kid.It aint coca-cola its rice.Straight to hellOh papa-sanPlease take me homeOh papa-sanEverybody they wanna go homeSo mamma-san saysYou wanna play mind-crazed banjoOn the druggy-drag ragtime u.s.a.?In parkland internationalHah! junkiedom u.s.a.Where procaine proves the purest rock man grooveAnd rat poisonThe volatile molatov says-Pssst...Hey chico we got a message for ya...Vamos vamos muchachoFrom alphabet city all the way a to z, dead, headGo straight to hellCan you really cough it up loud and strongThe immigrantsThey wanna sing all night longIt could be anywhereMost likely could be any frontierAny hemisphereNo mans land and there aint no asylum hereKing solomon he never lived round hereGo straight to hell boys
