Straight to Hell (Live)

[Verse 1]

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

[Verse 2]

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 Mamma Mamma Mamma-san

Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san

Let me tell you '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 boys

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

Ha, Junkiedom U.S.A

Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove

And rat poison

The volatile Molotov says

Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah

Straight to hell

[Verse 3]

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 Pappa-san, please take me home

Everybody they wanna go home now