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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 rail head towns feel the steel mills rust

Water froze in the generationClear as winter ice

This is your paradiseThere ain't no need for ya

There ain't no need for ya

Go straight to hell, boys

Go straight to hell, boysYou 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 homeSee me got photo, photo

Photograph of you

And mama, mama, mama san of you

And mama, mama, mama sanLet me tell me 'bout your blood bamboo kid

It ain't Coca Cola, it's riceGo straight to hell, boy

Go straight to hell, boy

Go straight to hell, boy

Go straight to hell, boyOh papa san, please, take me home

Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home

So mama san saysMama san says

So mama san says

So mama san saysYou wanna play mind crazed banjo

On the druggy drag ragtime USA

In Parkland International

Ah, junkiedom USAWhere procaine proves

The purest rock man groove

And rat poison

The volatile Molotov saysGo straight to hell

Go straight to hellCan you cough it up

Loud and strong?

The immigrants

They wanna sing all night longIt could be anywhere, most likely

Could be any frontier, any hemisphere

It's no man's landThere ain't no asylum here

King Solomon, he never lived 'round hereGo straight to hell, boys

Go straight to hell, boys

Go straight to hell, boys

Go straight to hell, boysGo straight to hell, boys

Go straight to hell, boys

Go straight to hell

Songwriters

KINNEY, KEVIN GERARDPublished by

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