Straight To Hell

If you can play on the fiddle How about a British jig and reel? Speaking King's English in quotations 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 down in Ho Chi Minh City Kiddie say, "Papa, papa, papa-san, take me home See, me got photo, photo, photograph of you and Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama-san Photo of you and mama, mama-san" Let me tell you 'bout your blood, bamboo kid It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice Straight to hell, boy Straight to hell, boy Go straight to hell, boy Go straight to hell, boys Oh, papa-san, please take me home Oh, papa-san, еverybody wanna go home So mama-san says "Wanna play mind-crazed banjo on thе druggy-drag ragtime USA? In Parkland International, Junkiedom USA Where Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison" The volatile Molotov says "Straight to hell" Can you really cough it up loud and strong? The immigrants wanna sing all night long It could be anywhere, most likely, it could be any frontier Any hemisphere No man's land There ain't no asylum here King Solomon, he never lived 'round here Go straight to hell