Straight to Hell Songtext

von Josh Rouse

(words by The Clash)

If you could play on the fiddle
Hows about a British jig and reel?
Speaking King's English in quotations
As railheads pound
The steel mills rust
Water froze
In the generation
Clear as winter's ice
This is your paradise
There ain't no need for ya
There ain't no need for ya
You go straight to hell boys
You go straight to hell boys

Wanna join in a chorus
Of the Amer-Asian blues
When it's Christmas down 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
"Let me tell you 'bout your blood bamboo kid
It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice"

Straight to hell boys
You go straight to hell boys
You go straight to hell boys
You go straight to hell boys

Oh Mama-san
Please take me home
Oh Papa-san
Everybody they wanna go home
So Mamma-san says

So you wanna play a mind-crazed banjo
On the doggy-drug-drag time USA
In Parkland International
Junkiedom USA
Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove
And rat poison
The volatile Molotov says

You go straight to hell
You go straight to hell boys
You go straight to hell boys
You go straight to hell boys
You go straight to hell boys
You go straight to hell boys
You go straight to hell boys
Yeah you go straight to hell boys