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 It's No man's land 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