Straight to Hell
If you can play on the fiddle, how's 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. You wanna join in a chorus of the
Amerasian blues? When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City kiddy say papa-papapapa-
papa-papa-san, take me home. See me got photo-photo-photograph of you of you and
mama mama mama-san"¦ you and mama mama-san. Let me tell ya 'bout your blood,
bamboo kid"¦ it ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice"¦ straight to hell, boy"¦ go straight to hell boy. Oh
papa-san, please take me home. Papa-san, everybody they wanna go home"¦ and mamasan
says"¦ You wanna play mind-crazed banjo on the druggy-drag ragtime USA? In
parkland international - HA - junkiedom USA"¦ where procaine proves the purest rock
man groove"¦ and rat poison"¦ the volatile molotov says"¦. ahhhh"¦ ahhhh"¦ 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 any frontier, any hemisphere"¦ no man's land"¦ And there
ain't no asylum here. King Solomon never lived round here"¦ Go straight to hell, boys"¦ go
straight to hell boy"¦ yeah