Lyrics: Josh Rouse. Other. Straight To Hell (The Clash).

One, Two, Three, Four

If you could play on the fiddle
How's about a British jiggonreal
Speak in Kings' English in quotations
Israelis pound, the steel mills rust
Water froze in the generation
Clear eyes winter's ice
This is your paradise
There isn't no need for you
Isn't no need for you

You go straight to Hell boy
You go straight to Hell boy

One join in a chorus
All the Amer-asian blues
And it's Christmas down in Ho Chi Minh
City kiddy said Papa papa papa papasan Take me home
See miga
Photo photo photo graph of you and
mama mama mamasan
Of you and mama mama mamasan
Let me tell you about your blood bamboo kid
It ain't Coco-Cola, it's rice

Straight to Hell boy
You go straight to Hell boy
You go straight to Hell boy
You go straight to Hell boy

Oh mamasan please take me home
Oh papasan everybody they wanna go home
So mamasan says

So you wanna play my crazy banjo
On the doggy drug drag town USA
In parkland it's a national junkied on USA
Procaine proves the purest rock man group and rat poison
Mama mama town says


You go straight to Hell
You go straight to Hell boy
You go straight to Hell boy
You go straight to Hell boy
You go straight to Hell boy
You go straight to Hell boy
You go straight to Hell boy
Yeah
You go straight to Hell boy