Emm Gryner - Straight to Hell Lyrics

If you can play on fiddle
How's about a British jig and reel?
Speaking King's English in quotation
As rail-head 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 boy, go straight to hell boy

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 and Mamma-Mamma-Mamma-san?
Of you and Mamma-Mamma-Mamma-san"
Lemme tell ya about your blood
Bamboo kid, it ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice

Straight to hell boy, go straight hell boy
Go straight hell boy, go straight hell boy

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 USA?
In Parkland International
Ha, Junkiedom USA?
Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison
The volatile Molatov says, "Pssst, Hey chico we got a message for ya
See, vamos vamos muchacho"
From Alphabet City, all the way A to Zed, dead, head

Go straight to hell boy, go straight to hell boy

Straight to hell

Oh Papa-san, please take me home
There ain't no need for ya, there ain't need for ya
Go straight to hell boy, go straight to hell boy

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, in 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 boy, go straight to hell boy

Oh Papa-san, please take me home
Oh Papa-san, everybody they wanna go home now
Rickshaw rides, ten mile a penny
Ten mile a penny, do you want?