Straight To Hell (feat. Mick Jones)

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 mill's 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 course 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 mama, mama, mama san of you And mama, mama, mama san" Let me tell me 'bout your blood, bamboo kid It ain't Coca Cola, it's rice Go 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 mama san says Mama san says So mama san says So mama san says You wanna play mind crazed banjo On the druggy drag ragtime USA In Parkland International Ah, junkiedom USA Where procaine proves The purest rock man groove And rat poison The volatile Molatov says "Go straight to hell Go straight to hell" 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 It's no man's land 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 Go straight to hell, boys Go straight to hell, boys Go straight to hell