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 you There ain't no need for you Go straight to hell boys Go straight to hell boys
You 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 Mamma mamma mamma-san of you and mamma mamma mamma-san
Lemme tell ya about your blood bamboo kid. It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice.
Go 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
(So mamma-san says) (repeat)
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 molotov says
(Go straight to hell boys)
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 It's mo man's land
And there ain't 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!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
