Текст песни The Clash - Straight to Hell
The 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 rust water 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-san take me homeSee me got photo photoPhotograph of youMamma Mamma Mamma-sanOf you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-sanLemme tell ya `bout your blood bamboo kid.It ain`t Coca-Cola it`s rice.Straight to hellOh Papa-sanPlease take me homeOh Papa-sanEverybody they wanna go homeSo Mamma-san saysYou wanna play mind-crazed banjoOn the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.?In Parkland InternationalHah! Junkiedom U.S.A.Where procaine proves the purest rock man grooveand rat poisonThe volatile Molatov says-PSSST...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 really cough it up loud and strongThe immigrantsThey wanna sing all night longIt could be anywhereMost likely could be any frontierAny hemisphereNo man`s land and there ain`t no asylum hereKing Solomon he never lived round hereGo straight to hell boys