The Clash

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D  A  G  (x2)
D  G     (x2)

Bm                     G       Bm                            G
If you can play on the fiddle, how's about a British jig and reel?
D                                       G
Speaking King's English in quotation as railhead towns feel the steel mills rust
D                 G
Water froz in the generation
Bm              G    Bm               G
Clear as winter ice, this is your paradise

Chorus:
               D                           G
There ain't no need for ya, there ain't no need for ya
               D                          G
Go straight to hell, boys, go straight to hell, boys

Bm              G      Bm               G
Wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues
D                                            G
When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh city, kiddie say pappa pappa
pappa pappa pappa san take me home
D
See me got photo, photo, photograph of you mamma mamma mamma san of you
G
and mamma mamma mamma san
Bm                        G                 Bm                      G
Let me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid, it ain't Coca Cola it's rice

Chorus:
            D                          G
Straight to hell, boys, go straight to hell, boys
               D                          G
Go straight to hell, boys, go straight to hell, boys

        Bm                   G             Bm                            G
Oh pappa san, please take me home, oh pappa san, everybody they wanna go
home so mamma san says

D  A  G  (x2)

Bm                            G  Bm                              G
You wanna play mind crazed banjo on the druggy drag ragtime U.S.A.
D                                         G
In Parkland International, heh, junkiedom U.S.A.
      D                                              G
Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison the
volatile Molotov says
Bm              G               Bm              G
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, straight to hell

D  G

Bm                                  G                    Bm
Can you really cough it up loud and strong the immigrants they wanna sing
         G
all night long
D                                                      G
It could be anywhere most likely could be any frontier any hemisphere
D             G
No man's land
          Bm              G          Bm                               G
And there ain't no asylum here, King Solomon he never lived round here

Chorus:
            D                          G
Straight to hell, boys, go straight to hell, boys
               D                          G
Go straight to hell, boys, go straight to hell, boys ...