Straight to Hell Songtext
von The Clash

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

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-papa-san, take me home
See me got photo-photo-photograph of you and mama-mama-mama-san
Of you and mama-mama-mama-san"

Let me tell you ′bout your blood, bamboo kid
It ain′t Coca-Cola, it's rice


Straight to hell, boy
Go straight to hell, boy
Go straight to hell, boys
Go straight to hell, boy

Oh, Papa-san, please take me home
Oh, Papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home
So Mama-san says

You want to play mind-crazed banjo
On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.?
In Parkland International
Hey, junkie-dom U.S.A
Where pro-caine 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, they wanna sing all night long
It could be anywhere
Most likely could be any frontier, any hemisphere
In no-man′s-land

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

Oh, Papa-san, please take me home
Oh, Papa-san
Everybody, they wanna go home