Letras
If you can play on the fiddle
How about a British jig and reel?
Speaking King's English in quotations
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 down in Ho Chi Minh City
Kiddie say, "Papa, papa, papa-san, take me home
See, me got photo, photo, photograph of you and
Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama-san
Photo of you and mama, mama-san"
Let me tell you 'bout your blood, bamboo kid
It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice
Straight to hell, boy
Straight to hell, boy
Go straight to hell, boy
Go straight to hell, boys
Oh, papa-san, please take me home
Oh, papa-san, everybody wanna go home
So mama-san says
"Wanna play mind-crazed banjo on the druggy-drag ragtime USA?
In Parkland International, Junkiedom USA
Where Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison"
The volatile Molotov says
"Straight to hell"
Can you really cough it up loud and strong?
The immigrants wanna sing all night long
It could be anywhere, most likely, it could be any frontier
Any hemisphere
No man's land
There ain't no asylum here
King Solomon, he never lived 'round here
Go straight to hell