Straight to Hell

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

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 mama, mama, mama-san

Of you and mama, 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

Go straight to hell, boys

Go straight to hell, boy

Oh, papa-san

Please, take me home

Oh, papa-san

Everybody, they wanna go home

So mama-san says

You wanna play mind-crazed banjo

On the druggy-drag ragtime USA?

In Parkland International

Hey, Junkiedom, USA

Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove

And rat poison

The volatile Molatov says

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

In no man's land

There ain't no asylum here

King Solomon, he never lived 'round here

Straight to hell, boy

Go straight to hell, boy

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