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If you can play on the fiddle, how's about a British jig and reel? Speaking King's English in
quotations, 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, there ain't no need for ya.
Go straight to hell, boys⦠go straight to hell boys. You wanna join in a chorus of the
Amerasian blues? When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City kiddy say papa-papapapa-
papa-papa-san, take me home. See me got photo-photo-photograph of you of you and
mama mama mama-san⦠you and mama mama-san. Let me tell ya 'bout your blood,
bamboo kid⦠it ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice⦠straight to hell, boy⦠go straight to hell boy. Oh
papa-san, please take me home. Papa-san, everybody they wanna go home⦠and mamasan
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 molotov saysâ¦. ahhhh⦠ahhhh⦠straight to hell!
Can you really cough it up loud and strong? The immigrants⦠wanna sing all night long⦠It
could be anywhere, most likely any frontier, any hemisphere⦠no man's land⦠And there
ain't no asylum here. King Solomon never lived round here⦠Go straight to hell, boys⦠go
straight to hell boy⦠yeah
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- High Moon Order