Heather Nova Straight to Hell Lyrics:
(The Clash)

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 poppa poppa poppa poppa
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

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Straight to hell
Oh Poppa-san
Please take me home
Oh Poppa-san
Everybody they wanna go home
So Mamma-san says

You wanna play mindcrazed 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
Lyrics: Straight to Hell, Heather Nova [end]