Straight to Hell
The Clash Lyrics


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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
There ain't no need for ya
Go straight to hell, boys, go straight to hell, boys

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 pappa-san, take me home
See me got
Photo photo photograph of you and mamma mamma mamma-san
Of you and mamma mamma mamma-san
Let me tell you 'bout your blood, bamboo kid
It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice

Straight to hell
Go straight to hell boys
Go straight to hell
Go straight to hell boys

Oh Papa-san
Please take me home
Oh Papa-san
Everybody, they wanna go home
So Mamma-san says




You want to play mind-crazed banjo
On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.?
In Parkland International
Ha, junkie-dom U.S.A
Where pro-caine proves the purest rock man groove
And rat poison
The volatile Molotov says

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
In no-man's-land
There ain't no asylum here
King Solomon he never lived 'round here

Straight to hell, boys
Go straight to hell, boys
Go straight to hell, boys
Go straight to hell, boys
Oh, papa-san, please take me home

Overall Meaning

The Clash's Straight to Hell is a song that reflects on the experiences of immigrants, specifically the Amerasian children who were abandoned in Vietnam after the war. The song talks about different forms of exploitation and oppression experienced by immigrants in Western societies. The first verse talks about the decline of industrial towns in Britain and how the survivors are forced to endure a bleak, desolate landscape where homes, jobs, and dreams have faded away. The lyrics suggest that immigrants are not welcome in these towns, and their unique cultures and talents are often dismissed or ridiculed by the indigenous people.


The second verse shifts to Vietnam, where the poet speaks of the Amerasian children abandoned by their American fathers. The song asks listeners to imagine spending Christmas in Ho Chi Minh City and hearing children crying for their absent fathers. The lyrics suggest that the war in Vietnam was not fought for noble reasons and that the poor Viet Cong and their children paid a heavy price. The reference to Coke and rice suggests that American culture is slowly but surely erasing the traditional ways of life of the Vietnamese.


The third verse talks about drug addiction in America and how it destroys the lives of unsuspecting young people who want nothing except to have a good time. The song suggests that the lure of drugs is too powerful and that many young people are unable to escape. The song ends with the plea of a child looking for his father, who is probably dead, and an immigrant family yearning to go back home.


Line by Line Meaning

If you can play on the fiddle
If you have the skills to manipulate or deceive


How's about a British jig and reel?
Would you like to engage in a frivolous activity?


Speaking King's English in quotation
Pretending to be something you're not


As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust
Depicting the decay of industrial towns


Water froze in the generation
Progress has stalled, and the future looks bleak


Clear as winter ice
Obvious and apparent


This is your paradise
This is the world we've created


There ain't no need for ya
You aren't welcome here


Go straight to hell, boys, go straight to hell, boys
You're not wanted here, leave


Wanna join in a chorus
Would you like to join the group?


Of the Amerasian blues?
Sing about the struggle of growing up mixed race


When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City
In the midst of war, it's just another day


Kiddie say papa papa papa papa pappa-san, take me home
Children just want to be with their families


See me got
Look at what I have


Photo photo photograph of you and mamma mamma mamma-san
A reminder of home


Let me tell you 'bout your blood, bamboo kid
Let me educate you about your heritage


It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice
You are not American, you are Asian


Straight to hell
You don't belong here


Oh Papa-san
Father figure


Please take me home
Bring me back to where I belong


Everybody, they wanna go home
Everyone just wants to be where they belong


You want to play mind-crazed banjo
Do you want to engage in meaningless activity?


On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.?
In a country that idolizes drugs and an unsustainable lifestyle?


In Parkland International
No place in particular


Ha, junkie-dom U.S.A
Drug addiction is rampant


Where pro-caine proves the purest rock man groove
Where drugs are the fuel for the music scene


And rat poison
Something that's supposed to kill, used recklessly


The volatile Molotov says
Disruptive and explosive actions will cause change


Can you really cough it up loud and strong?
Do you have the courage to speak truth to power?


The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long
Those who come here are just looking for an escape


It could be anywhere
This could happen in any country


Most likely could be any frontier any hemisphere
It's likely going on all over the world


In no-man's-land
In a place of indifference and unknown identity


There ain't no asylum here
No protection or refuge for the vulnerable


King Solomon he never lived 'round here
Leadership is not present in this world




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Joe Strummer, Mick Jones, Paul Simonon, Topper Headon

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Comments from YouTube:

@chaneymichaels

I used to love playing this on the juke box back when the MIA paper planes song was popular... everyone got all excited and then confused. hahah. Love The Clash

@gersonmejia7719

HAHAHAHAHAHAH THE BEST

@bigbananadealer846

i just added this to my party playlist yesterday, cant wait to test it out haha

@manuelcollao7238

This is the generation that is disappointed in war, poverty, and the evil of FUCKIN politics,,

@tomallen5837

You need to play that now more than ever. And why is it the Clash songs are more relevant during war times? The answer is obvious...

Peace everyone!

@mikethecommoner

They're both incredible songs

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@daviddorger6916

40 years later and the musical arrangement for this song is still a mind blower. Joe was a rare talent

@AHMspadina

Yes the rhythm is really cool

@PatC-pi1jq

I love Joe here, now, then ❤

@BlastinRope

my favorite part of youtube is the hyberbolic comments made by poor no nothings

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