Straight to Hell (Remastered)

Straight to Hell - The Clash (碰撞樂隊)

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

Y'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-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 boys

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

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

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

No man's land

And there ain't no asylum here

King Solomon he never lived round here

Straight to hell boys

Go straight to hell boys

Go straight to hell boys

Go straight to hell boys