Straight To Hell (War ChildHeroes Vol.1 2009) (feat. Mick Jones)

Текст песни Lily Allen and Mick Jones - Straight To Hell (War ChildHeroes Vol.1 2009) (feat. Mick Jones)

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 mill's 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

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 and mama mama mama-san
Of you and mama mama mama-san
Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood, bamboo kid
It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice

Go 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
So mama-san says

You wanna play mind-crazed banjo
On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A
In Parkland International, ha, 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 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
It's no man's land

There ain't no asylum here
King Solomon, he never lived 'round here
Go straight to hell, boys
Go straight to hell, boys
Go straight to hell, boy
Go straight to hell, boy
Go straight to hell, boy
Go straight to hell, boy
Go straight to hell