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Straight to Hell (Extended Unedited Version|Remastered) - The Clash
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 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
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
Go straight to hell boys
Go straight to hell boys
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 ******-drag ragtime U S A
In Parkland International
Hah Junkiedom U S A
Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove
And rat ******
The volatile Molatov says-
PSSST
HEY CHICO WE GOT A MESSAGE FOR YA
VAMOS VAMOS MUCHACHO
FROM ALPHABET CITY ALL THE WAY A TO Z DEAD HEAD
Go straight to hell boys
Go straight to hell boys
Oh Papa-san
Please take me home
There ain't no need for ya
There ain't no need for ya
Go straight to hell boys
Go straight to hell boys
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 and 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 boys
Go straight to hell boys
Oh Papa-san
Please take me home
Oh Papa-san
Everybody they wanna go home
