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Straight To Hell (The Clash)

Bm G If you can play on the fiddle Bm G How's about a British jig and reel? D Speaking King's English in quotation G As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust D water froze in the G generation Bm G Clear as winter ice Bm G This is your paradise D There ain't no need for ya G There ain't no need for ya D Go straight to hell boys G Go straight to hell boys Bm G Y'wanna join in a chorus Of the Amerasian blues? When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City Kiddie say poppa poppa poppa poppa 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 Poppa-san Please take me home Oh Poppa-san Everybody they wanna go home So Mamma-san says (Here is where you simply repeat th intro) You wanna play mindcrazed 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- 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