Straight to Hell The Menzingers

So you can play on a 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's ice
This is your paradise

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

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
Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood, bamboo kid
It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice

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