Straight to Hell

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 mill's 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

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 and mama mama mama-san

Of you and mama mama mama-san

Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood, bamboo kid

It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice

Go straight to hell, boy

Go straight to hell, boy

Go straight to hell, boy

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 U.S.A

In Parkland International, ha, Junkiedom, U.S.A

Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove

And rat poison the volatile Molatov says

Go 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

It's no man's land

There ain't no asylum here

King Solomon, he never lived 'round here

Go straight to hell, boys

Go straight to hell, boys

Go straight to hell, boy

Go straight to hell, boy

Go straight to hell, boy

Go straight to hell, boy

Go straight to hell