Straight To Hell

If you can play a 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 Mamma Mamma Mamma-san

Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san

Lemme 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 Mamma-san says



You wanna play mind-crazed banjo

On the druggie-drag ragtime U.S.A.?

In Parkland International, heh, Junkiedom U.S.A.

Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove

And rat poison, the volatile Molatov says



Straight to Hell



Can you really 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 boy



Oh Papa-san, please take me home

Oh Papa-san