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