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