Straight to Hell - Remastered

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