Tytuł: Straight to Hell

• Wykonawca: The Clash
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If you can play on the 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
  Go straight to hell boys
  
  Y'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-san take me home
  See me got photo photo
  Photograph of you
  Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
  Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
  Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid.
  It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice.
  
  Straight to hell
  Oh Papa-san
  Please take me home
  Oh Papa-san
  Everybody they wanna go home
  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-
  
  PSSST...
  HEY CHICO WE GOT A MESSAGE FOR YA...
  VAMOS VAMOS MUCHACHO
  FROM ALPHABET CITY ALL THE WAY A TO Z, DEAD, HEAD
  
  Go straight to hell
  
  Can you really 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 and there ain't no asylum here
  King Solomon he never lived round here
  
  Go straight to hell boys