Текст песни Clash - Straight To Hell
Clash - Straight To Hell слова песни
If you can play on the fiddleHow`s about a british jig and reel?Speaking king`s English in quotationAs railhead towns feel the steel mills rustWater frozeIn the generationClear as winter iceThis is your paradiseThere ain`t no need for yaGo straight to hell boysY`wanna join in a chorusOf the Amerasian blues?When it`s Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh cityKiddie say papa papa papa papa papa-san take me homeSee me got photo photo photograph of you and mama mamaMama-sanOf you and mama mama mama-sanLemme tell ya `bout your blood, bamboo kidIt ain`t coca-cola, it`s riceStraight to hellOh papa-sanPlease take me homeOh papa-sanEverybody they wanna go homeSo mama-san saysYou wanna play mind-crazed banjoOn the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.?In parkland internationalHeh! Junkiedom U.S.A.Where procaine proves the purest rock man grooveAnd rat poison, the volatile molotov saysPssst...Hey chico we got a message for ya...Vamos vamos muchachoFrom alphabet city all the way A to Z, dead, headGo straight to hellCan you cough upLoud and strongThe immigrantsThey wanna sing all night longIt could be anywhereMost likely could be any frontierAny hemisphereNo man`s landAnd there ain`t no asylum hereKing Solomon he never lived `round hereGo straight to hell boys