paroles de chanson Straight to Hell - The Clash
If
you
can
play
on
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
ya
'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
wanna
play
mind-crazed
banjo
On
the
druggy-drag
ragtime
USA?
In
Parkland
International,
hah,
Junkiedom
USA
Where
Procaine
proves
the
purest
rock
man
groove
and
rat
poison"
The
volatile
Molatov
says
"Huh,
huh,
huh,
huh,
huh,
huh,
huh,
huh
Huh,
huh,
huh,
huh,
huh,
huh,
huh,
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
No
man's
land
There
ain't
no
asylum
here
King
Solomon,
he
never
lived
'round
here
Straight
to
hell,
boy
Go
straight
to
hell,
boy
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
now
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