The Clash – Straight To Hell: Lyrics and Music Video
Straight To Hell Lyrics
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
Y’wanna join in a
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 ya ’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, boy
Go straight to hell, boy
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
Hah! junkiedom u.s.a
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, they wanna sing all night long
It could be anywhere
Most likely could be any frontier
Any hemisphere
In no man’s land
There ain’t no asylum here
King solomon, he never lived round here
Straight to hell, boys
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
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