The Clash - Straight To Hell lyrics

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

Go straight to hell boys

Y'wanna join in a chorus

Of the Amerasian blues?

When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City

Kiddie say poppa poppa poppa poppa

San take me home

See me got photo photo

Photograph of you

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

Oh Poppa-san

Please take me home

Oh Poppa-san

Everybody they wanna go home

So Mamma-san says

You wanna play mindcrazed banjo

On the druggy drag ragtime U.S.A.?

In Parkland International

Hah! Junkiedom U.S.A.

Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove

and rat poison

The volatile Molatov says-

Go 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

No man's land and there ain't no asylum here

King Solomon he never lived round here

Go straight to hell boys