Straight to Hell - Remastered

If you can play on 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 There ain't no need for ya Go straight to hell, boys Go straight to hell, boys 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 papa-san, take me home See me, got photo, photo, photograph of you And mama, mama, mama-san Of you and mama 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 Go straight to hell, boys Go straight to hell, boy Oh, papa-san, please take me home Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home So mama-san says "You wanna play mind-crazed banjo On the druggy-drag ragtime USA? In Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA Where Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison" The volatile Molatov says "Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell" Can you 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 There ain't no asylum here King Solomon, he never lived 'round here Straight to hell, boy Go straight to hell, boy Go straight to hell, boys Go straight to hell, boys Oh, papa-san, please take me home Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now