The Clash:Straight To Hell

From Lyriki

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 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-san, take me home
See me got photo photo photograph of you
And Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Lemme 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 USA?
In Parkland International
Hah! Junkiedom USA
Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove
And rat poison
The volatile Molatov says

Psst! Hey Chico
We got a message for ya
Si?
Vamos vamos muchachos

Straight to hell

Can you really 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
And 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