Straight To Hell (song)

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 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 Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid. It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice. 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 said You wanna play mind-crazed banjo On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.? In Parkland International Hey! Junkiedom U.S.A. Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison The volatile Molotov says Straight to Hell, boys Go straight to Hell, boys Go straight to Hell, boys Go straight to Hell, boys

Credits Written by: The Clash (Joe Strummer, Mick Jones, Paul Simonon and Topper Headon) Performances This song is unreleased by Elvis Costello, but he performed it with Jakob Dylan on an episode of Spectacle: Elvis Costello with... recorded 2008-09-09. Recordings The Clash, on Combat Rock, 1982 Moby & Heather Nova, on Burning London: The Clash Tribute, 1999 Bootlegs This section is incomplete.

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• Wikipedia: Straight To Hell