Straight to Hell Moby (Ft. Heather Nova)

If you can play on the fiddle
How's about a British reel?
Speaking in quotations
As railhead towns feel the steel
Water froze
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
Straight to hell

Y'wanna join in a chorus
Of the Amerasian blues?
When it's Christmas, Ho Chi Minh
Oh, papa-san, take me home
See me got photograph of you and mama-san
Oh, papa-san, take me home
Oh, take me home

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