歌曲 | Straight To Hell |
歌手 | The Clash |
专辑 | Clash On Broadway |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : 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 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 |
zuo ci : 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 papa papa papa papasan take me home | |
See me got photo photo | |
Photograph of you | |
Mamma mamma mammasan | |
Of you and mamma mamma mammasan | |
Lemme tell ya ' bout your blood bamboo kid. | |
It ain' t cocacola it' s rice. | |
Straight to hell | |
Oh papasan | |
Please take me home | |
Oh papasan | |
Everybody they wanna go home | |
So mammasan says | |
You wanna play mindcrazed banjo | |
On the druggydrag 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 |
zuò cí : 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 papa papa papa papasan take me home | |
See me got photo photo | |
Photograph of you | |
Mamma mamma mammasan | |
Of you and mamma mamma mammasan | |
Lemme tell ya ' bout your blood bamboo kid. | |
It ain' t cocacola it' s rice. | |
Straight to hell | |
Oh papasan | |
Please take me home | |
Oh papasan | |
Everybody they wanna go home | |
So mammasan says | |
You wanna play mindcrazed banjo | |
On the druggydrag 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 |