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If you can play on the fiddle

Hows about a british jig and reel?

Speaking kings 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 yah

There ain't no need for yah

Go straight to hell boys

Go straight to hell boys



Ywanna join in a chorus

Of the amerasian blues?

When its Christmas out in ho chi minh city

Kiddie say 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 aint coca-cola its rice.



Go straight to hell boys (go)

Go straight to hell boys

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

So mamma-san says



(So mamma-san says)(So mamma-san says)

(So mamma-san says)(So mamma-san says)



You wanna play mind-crazed 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

(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

Its No mans land

there aint 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