Straight To Hell Lyrics by Clash, The

Straight To Hell Lyrics

    If you can play on the fiddle
    How's about a british jig and reel?
    Speaking king's english in quotation
    As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water froze
    In the generation
    Clear as winter ice
    This is your paradise

    There ain't no need for ya
    Go straight to hell boys

    Y'wanna join in a chorus
    Of the amerasian blues?
    When it's christmas out in ho chi minh city
    Kiddie say papa papa papa papa-san take me home
    See me got photo photo
    Photograph of you
    Mamma mamma mamma-san
    Of you and mamma mamma mamma-san
    Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid.
    It ain't coca-cola it's rice.

    Straight to hell
    Oh papa-san
    Please take me home
    Oh papa-san
    Everybody they wanna go home
    So mamma-san says

    You wanna play mind-crazed banjo
    On the druggy-drag ragtime u.s.a.?
    In parkland international
    Hah! junkiedom u.s.a.
    Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove
    And rat poison
    The volatile molatov says-

    Hey chico we got a message for ya...
    Vamos vamos muchacho
    From alphabet city all the way a to z, dead, head

    Go straight to hell

    Can you really cough it up loud and strong
    The immigrants
    They wanna sing all night long
    It could be anywhere
    Most likely could be any frontier
    Any hemisphere
    No man's land and there ain't no asylum here
    King solomon he never lived round here

    Go straight to hell boys