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If you can play on the fiddleHow's about a British jig and reel?Speaking king's English in quotationAs rail head towns feel the steel mills rustWater froze in the generationClear as winter iceThis is your paradiseThere ain't no need for yaThere ain't no need for yaGo straight to hell, boysGo straight to hell, boysYou wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues?When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh cityKiddie say papa, papa, papa, papaPapa san, take me homeSee me got photo, photoPhotograph of youAnd mama, mama, mama san of youAnd mama, mama, mama sanLet me tell me 'bout your blood bamboo kidIt ain't Coca Cola, it's riceLetras de cancionesGo straight to hell, boyGo straight to hell, boyGo straight to hell, boyGo straight to hell, boyOh papa san, please, take me homeOh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go homeSo mama san saysMama san saysSo mama san saysSo mama san saysYou wanna play mind crazed banjoOn the druggy drag ragtime USAIn Parkland InternationalAh, junkiedom USAWhere procaine provesThe purest rock man grooveAnd rat poisonThe volatile Molotov saysGo straight to hellGo straight to hellCan you cough it upLoud and strong?The immigrantsThey wanna sing all night longIt could be anywhere, most likelyCould be any frontier, any hemisphereIt's no man's landThere ain't no asylum hereKing Solomon, he never lived 'round hereGo straight to hell, boysGo straight to hell, boysGo straight to hell, boysGo straight to hell, boysGo straight to hell, boysGo straight to hell, boysGo straight to hell From Letras Mania