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me home\nOh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home\nSo mama-san says\n\n\"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo\nOn the druggy-drag ragtime USA?\nIn Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA\nWhere Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison\"\nThe volatile Molatov says\n\"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh\nHuh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n\nCan you cough it up, loud and strong?\nThe immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\nIt could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\nAny hemisphere\nNo man's land\n\nThere ain't no asylum here\nKing Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n\nStraight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boys\nGo straight to hell, boys\n\nOh, papa-san, please take me home\nOh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now","syncedLyrics":"[00:42.72] If you can play on fiddle\n[00:48.25] How's about a British jig and reel?\n[00:52.96] Speaking King's English in quotation\n[00:58.33] As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\n[01:03.72] Water froze\n[01:08.23] In the generation\n[01:15.01] Clear as winter ice\n[01:20.07] This is your paradise\n[01:24.22] There ain't no need for ya\n[01:29.33] There ain't no need for ya\n[01:34.63] Go straight to hell, boys\n[01:39.79] Go straight to hell, boys\n[01:46.75] Wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues\n[01:56.80] When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City\n[02:02.04] Kiddie say, papa papa papa papa papa-san, take me home\n[02:07.30] See me, got photo, photo, photograph of you\n[02:12.57] And mama, mama, mama-san\n[02:14.49] Of you and mama mama mama-san\n[02:19.69] Let me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo, kid\n[02:23.80] It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice\n[02:27.94] Straight to hell, boy\n[02:33.27] Go straight to hell, boy\n[02:38.47] Go straight to hell, boys\n[02:43.97] Go straight to hell, boy\n[02:49.42] Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n[02:54.94] Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home\n[02:59.42] So mama-san says\n[03:01.40] \n[03:22.58] \"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo\n[03:27.92] On the druggy-drag ragtime USA?\n[03:32.95] In Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA\n[03:43.19] Where Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison\"\n[03:51.23] The volatile Molatov says\n[03:53.89] \"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh\n[03:59.05] Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n[04:05.44] \n[04:15.47] Can you cough it up, loud and strong?\n[04:19.32] The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\n[04:25.68] It could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\n[04:30.67] Any hemisphere\n[04:35.49] No man's land\n[04:38.01] \n[04:45.72] There ain't no asylum here\n[04:51.00] King Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n[04:55.73] Straight to hell, boy\n[05:00.79] Go straight to hell, boy\n[05:06.16] Go straight to hell, boys\n[05:11.43] Go straight to hell, boys\n[05:16.13] Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n[05:21.96] Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now\n[05:27.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Straight to Hell\n artist: The Clash\n album: Straight to Hell\n duration_ms: 333000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: If you can play on fiddle\n start_ms: 42720\n end_ms: 48250\n- text: How's about a British jig and reel?\n start_ms: 48250\n end_ms: 52960\n- text: Speaking King's English in quotation\n start_ms: 52960\n end_ms: 58330\n- text: As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\n start_ms: 58330\n end_ms: 63720\n- text: Water froze\n start_ms: 63720\n end_ms: 68230\n- text: In the generation\n start_ms: 68230\n end_ms: 75010\n- text: Clear as winter ice\n start_ms: 75010\n end_ms: 80070\n- text: This is your paradise\n start_ms: 80070\n end_ms: 84220\n- text: There ain't no need for ya\n start_ms: 84220\n end_ms: 89330\n- text: There ain't no need for ya\n start_ms: 89330\n end_ms: 94630\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 94630\n end_ms: 99790\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 99790\n end_ms: 106750\n- text: Wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues\n start_ms: 106750\n end_ms: 116800\n- text: When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City\n start_ms: 116800\n end_ms: 122040\n- text: Kiddie say, papa papa papa papa papa-san, take me home\n start_ms: 122040\n end_ms: 127300\n- text: See me, got photo, photo, photograph of you\n start_ms: 127300\n end_ms: 132570\n- text: And mama, mama, mama-san\n start_ms: 132570\n end_ms: 134490\n- text: Of you and mama mama mama-san\n start_ms: 134490\n end_ms: 139690\n- text: Let me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo, kid\n start_ms: 139690\n end_ms: 143800\n- text: It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice\n start_ms: 143800\n end_ms: 147940\n- text: Straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 147940\n end_ms: 153270\n- text: Go straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 153270\n end_ms: 158470\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 158470\n end_ms: 163970\n- text: Go straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 163970\n end_ms: 169420\n- text: Oh, 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start_ms: 327710\nplain: |-\n If you can play on fiddle\n How's about a British jig and reel?\n Speaking King's English in quotation\n As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\n Water froze\n In the generation\n\n Clear as winter ice\n This is your paradise\n\n There ain't no need for ya\n There ain't no need for ya\n Go straight to hell, boys\n Go straight to hell, boys\n\n Wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues\n When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City\n Kiddie say, papa papa papa papa papa-san, take me home\n See me, got photo, photo, photograph of you\n And mama, mama, mama-san\n Of you and mama mama mama-san\n\n Let me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo, kid\n It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice\n\n Straight to hell, boy\n Go straight to hell, boy\n Go straight to hell, boys\n Go straight to hell, boy\n\n Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home\n So mama-san says\n\n \"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo\n On the druggy-drag ragtime USA?\n In Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA\n Where Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison\"\n The volatile Molatov says\n \"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh\n Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n\n Can you cough it up, loud and strong?\n The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\n It could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\n Any hemisphere\n No man's land\n\n There ain't no asylum here\n King Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n\n Straight to hell, boy\n Go straight to hell, boy\n Go straight to hell, boys\n Go straight to hell, boys\n\n Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now\n"},{"id":39880678,"name":"Straight to Hell","trackName":"Straight to Hell","artistName":"The Clash","albumName":"The Clash","duration":445.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If you can play on the fiddle\nHow's about a British jig and reel?\nSpeaking King's English in quotation\nAs railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\nWater froze\nIn the generation\nClear as winter ice\nThis is your paradise\n\nThere ain't no need for ya\nThere ain't no need for ya\nGo straight to hell boys\nGo straight to hell boys\n\nWanna join in a chorus, of the Amerasian blues?\nWhen it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh city\nKiddie say papa papa papa papa papa-san take me home\nSee me got photo, photo, photograph of you\nAnd mamma mamma mamma-san\nOf you and mamma mamma mamma-san\nLemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid\nIt ain't coca-cola it's rice\n\nStraight to hell boys\nGo straight to hell boy\nGo straight to hell boys\nGo straight to hell boys\n\nOh papa-san\nPlease take me home\nOh papa-san\nEverybody they wanna go home\nSo mamma-san says\n\n\"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo\nOn the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A?\nIn Parkland international\nHah, Junkiedom U.S.A\nWhere procaine proves the purest rock man groove\nAnd rat poison\"\nThe volatile Molatov says\n\nStraight to hell\n\nCan you cough it up loud and strong\nThe immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\nIt could be anywhere\nMost likely could be any frontier\nAny hemisphere\nNo man's land\nThere ain't no asylum here\nKing Solomon he never lived 'round here\n\nStraight to hell boy\nGo straight to hell boy\nGo straight to hell boys\nGo straight to hell boys","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Straight to Hell\n artist: The Clash\n album: The Clash\n duration_ms: 444573\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n If you can play on the fiddle\n How's about a British jig and reel?\n Speaking King's English in quotation\n As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\n Water froze\n In the generation\n Clear as winter ice\n This is your paradise\n\n There ain't no need for ya\n There ain't no need for ya\n Go straight to hell boys\n Go straight to hell boys\n\n Wanna join in a chorus, of the Amerasian blues?\n When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh city\n Kiddie say papa papa 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Go straight to hell boys\n"},{"id":23595406,"name":"Straight to Hell","trackName":"Straight to Hell","artistName":"The Clash","albumName":"Straight to Hell / Should I Stay or Should I Go?","duration":228.580823,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If you can play on the fiddle\nHow's about a British jig and reel?\nSpeaking King's English in quotation\nAs railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\nWater froze\nIn the generation\nClear as winter ice\nThis is your paradise\n\nThere ain't no need for ya\nThere ain't no need for ya\nGo straight to hell boys\nGo straight to hell boys\n\nWanna join in a chorus, of the Amerasian blues?\nWhen it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh city\nKiddie say papa papa papa papa papa-san take me home\nSee me got photo, photo, photograph of you\nAnd mamma mamma mamma-san\nOf you and mamma mamma mamma-san\nLemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid\nIt ain't coca-cola it's rice\n\nStraight to hell boys\nGo straight to hell boy\nGo straight to 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any frontier\nAny hemisphere\nNo man's land\n\nThere ain't no asylum here\nKing Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n\nStraight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boys\nGo straight to hell, boys\n\nOh, papa-san, please take me home\nOh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now","syncedLyrics":"[00:42.72] If you can play on fiddle\n[00:48.25] How's about a British jig and reel?\n[00:52.96] Speaking King's English in quotation\n[00:58.33] As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\n[01:03.72] Water froze\n[01:08.23] In the generation\n[01:15.01] Clear as winter ice\n[01:20.07] This is your paradise\n[01:24.22] There ain't no need for ya\n[01:29.33] There ain't no need for ya\n[01:34.63] Go straight to hell, boys\n[01:39.79] Go straight to hell, boys\n[01:46.75] Wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues\n[01:56.80] When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City\n[02:02.04] Kiddie say, papa papa papa papa papa-san, take me home\n[02:07.30] See me, got photo, 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long\n[04:25.68] It could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\n[04:30.67] Any hemisphere\n[04:35.49] No man's land\n[04:38.01] \n[04:45.72] There ain't no asylum here\n[04:51.00] King Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n[04:55.73] Straight to hell, boy\n[05:00.79] Go straight to hell, boy\n[05:06.16] Go straight to hell, boys\n[05:11.43] Go straight to hell, boys\n[05:16.13] Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n[05:21.96] Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now\n[05:27.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Straight to Hell\n artist: The Clash\n album: Straight to Hell / Should I Stay or Should I Go?\n duration_ms: 332000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: If you can play on fiddle\n start_ms: 42720\n end_ms: 48250\n- text: How's about a British jig and reel?\n start_ms: 48250\n end_ms: 52960\n- text: Speaking King's English in quotation\n start_ms: 52960\n end_ms: 58330\n- text: As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\n start_ms: 58330\n 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mama-san\n\nLet me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo, kid\nIt ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice\n\nStraight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boys\nGo straight to hell, boy\n\nOh, papa-san, please take me home\nOh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home\nSo mama-san says\n\n\"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo\nOn the druggy-drag ragtime USA?\nIn Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA\nWhere Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison\"\nThe volatile Molatov says\n\"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh\nHuh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n\nCan you cough it up, loud and strong?\nThe immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\nIt could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\nAny hemisphere\nNo man's land\n\nThere ain't no asylum here\nKing Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n\nStraight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boys\nGo straight to hell, boys\n\nOh, papa-san, please take me home\nOh 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hell, boy\n[02:38.42] Go straight to hell, boys\n[02:43.98] Go straight to hell, boy\n[02:49.42] Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n[02:54.96] Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home\n[02:59.48] So mama-san says\n[03:01.40] \n[03:22.60] \"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo\n[03:27.98] On the druggy-drag ragtime USA?\n[03:32.90] In Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA\n[03:43.14] Where Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison\"\n[03:51.21] The volatile Molatov says\n[03:53.81] \"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh\n[03:59.08] Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n[04:05.44] \n[04:15.41] Can you cough it up, loud and strong?\n[04:19.36] The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\n[04:25.65] It could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\n[04:30.65] Any hemisphere\n[04:35.45] No man's land\n[04:38.01] \n[04:45.79] There ain't no asylum here\n[04:51.02] King Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n[04:55.73] Straight to hell, 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straight to hell, boys\n\nOh, papa-san, please take me home\nOh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Straight to Hell\n artist: The Clash\n album: 'The Clash: Essentials'\n duration_ms: 329000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n If you can play on fiddle\n How's about a British jig and reel?\n Speaking King's English in quotation\n As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\n Water froze\n In the generation\n\n Clear as winter ice\n This is your paradise\n\n There ain't no need for ya\n There ain't no need for ya\n Go straight to hell, boys\n Go straight to hell, boys\n\n Wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues\n When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City\n Kiddie say, papa papa papa papa papa-san, take me home\n See me, got photo, photo, photograph of you\n And mama, mama, mama-san\n Of you and mama mama mama-san\n\n Let me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo, kid\n It ain't Coca-Cola, it's 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please take me home\nOh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home\nSo mama-san says\n\n\"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo\nOn the druggy-drag ragtime USA?\nIn Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA\nWhere Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison\"\nThe volatile Molatov says\n\"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh\nHuh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n\nCan you cough it up, loud and strong?\nThe immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\nIt could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\nAny hemisphere\nNo man's land\n\nThere ain't no asylum here\nKing Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n\nStraight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boys\nGo straight to hell, boys\n\nOh, papa-san, please take me home\nOh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now","syncedLyrics":"[00:42.75] If you can play on fiddle\n[00:48.22] How's about a British jig and reel?\n[00:52.95] Speaking King's English in quotation\n[00:58.39] As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\n[01:03.73] Water froze\n[01:08.26] In the generation\n[01:15.05] Clear as winter ice\n[01:20.09] This is your paradise\n[01:24.22] There ain't no need for ya\n[01:29.36] There ain't no need for ya\n[01:34.67] Go straight to hell, boys\n[01:39.76] Go straight to hell, boys\n[01:46.77] Wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues\n[01:56.71] When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City\n[02:02.07] Kiddie say, papa papa papa papa papa-san, take me home\n[02:07.24] See me, got photo, photo, photograph of you\n[02:12.50] And mama, mama, mama-san\n[02:14.48] Of you and mama mama mama-san\n[02:19.66] Let me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo, kid\n[02:23.82] It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice\n[02:27.91] Straight to hell, boy\n[02:33.25] Go straight to hell, boy\n[02:38.42] Go straight to hell, boys\n[02:43.98] Go straight to hell, boy\n[02:49.42] Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n[02:54.96] Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home\n[02:59.48] So mama-san says\n[03:01.40] \n[03:22.60] \"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo\n[03:27.98] On the druggy-drag ragtime USA?\n[03:32.90] In Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA\n[03:43.14] Where Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison\"\n[03:51.21] The volatile Molatov says\n[03:53.81] \"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh\n[03:59.08] Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n[04:05.44] \n[04:15.41] Can you cough it up, loud and strong?\n[04:19.36] The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\n[04:25.65] It could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\n[04:30.65] Any hemisphere\n[04:35.45] No man's land\n[04:38.01] \n[04:45.79] There ain't no asylum here\n[04:51.02] King Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n[04:55.73] Straight to hell, boy\n[05:00.73] Go straight to hell, boy\n[05:06.18] Go straight to hell, boys\n[05:11.44] Go straight to hell, boys\n[05:16.10] Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n[05:21.93] Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now\n[05:27.74] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Straight To Hell\n artist: Clash, The\n album: The Essential Clash\n duration_ms: 330000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: If you can play on fiddle\n start_ms: 42750\n end_ms: 48220\n- text: How's about a British jig and reel?\n start_ms: 48220\n end_ms: 52950\n- text: Speaking King's English in quotation\n start_ms: 52950\n end_ms: 58390\n- text: As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\n start_ms: 58390\n end_ms: 63730\n- text: Water froze\n start_ms: 63730\n end_ms: 68260\n- text: In the generation\n start_ms: 68260\n end_ms: 75050\n- text: Clear as winter ice\n start_ms: 75050\n end_ms: 80090\n- text: This is your paradise\n start_ms: 80090\n end_ms: 84220\n- text: There ain't no need for ya\n start_ms: 84220\n end_ms: 89360\n- text: There ain't no need for ya\n start_ms: 89360\n end_ms: 94670\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 94670\n end_ms: 99760\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 99760\n end_ms: 106770\n- text: Wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues\n start_ms: 106770\n end_ms: 116710\n- text: When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City\n start_ms: 116710\n end_ms: 122070\n- text: Kiddie say, papa papa papa papa papa-san, take me home\n start_ms: 122070\n end_ms: 127240\n- text: See me, got photo, photo, photograph of you\n start_ms: 127240\n end_ms: 132500\n- text: And mama, mama, mama-san\n start_ms: 132500\n end_ms: 134480\n- text: Of you and mama mama mama-san\n start_ms: 134480\n end_ms: 139660\n- text: Let me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo, kid\n start_ms: 139660\n end_ms: 143820\n- text: It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice\n start_ms: 143820\n end_ms: 147910\n- text: Straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 147910\n end_ms: 153250\n- text: Go straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 153250\n end_ms: 158420\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 158420\n end_ms: 163980\n- text: Go straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 163980\n end_ms: 169420\n- text: Oh, 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start_ms: 327740\nplain: |-\n If you can play on fiddle\n How's about a British jig and reel?\n Speaking King's English in quotation\n As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\n Water froze\n In the generation\n\n Clear as winter ice\n This is your paradise\n\n There ain't no need for ya\n There ain't no need for ya\n Go straight to hell, boys\n Go straight to hell, boys\n\n Wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues\n When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City\n Kiddie say, papa papa papa papa papa-san, take me home\n See me, got photo, photo, photograph of you\n And mama, mama, mama-san\n Of you and mama mama mama-san\n\n Let me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo, kid\n It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice\n\n Straight to hell, boy\n Go straight to hell, boy\n Go straight to hell, boys\n Go straight to hell, boy\n\n Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home\n So mama-san says\n\n \"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo\n On the druggy-drag ragtime USA?\n 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huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh\nHuh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n\nCan you cough it up, loud and strong?\nThe immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\nIt could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\nAny hemisphere\nNo man's land\n\nThere ain't no asylum here\nKing Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n\nStraight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boys\nGo straight to hell, boys\n\nOh, papa-san, please take me home\nOh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now","syncedLyrics":"[00:42.75] If you can play on fiddle\n[00:48.22] How's about a British jig and reel?\n[00:52.95] Speaking King's English in quotation\n[00:58.39] As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\n[01:03.73] Water froze\n[01:08.26] In the generation\n[01:15.05] Clear as winter ice\n[01:20.09] This is your paradise\n[01:24.22] There ain't no need for ya\n[01:29.36] There ain't no need for ya\n[01:34.67] Go straight to hell, boys\n[01:39.76] Go straight to 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huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh\n[03:59.08] Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n[04:05.44] \n[04:15.41] Can you cough it up, loud and strong?\n[04:19.36] The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\n[04:25.65] It could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\n[04:30.65] Any hemisphere\n[04:35.45] No man's land\n[04:38.01] \n[04:45.79] There ain't no asylum here\n[04:51.02] King Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n[04:55.73] Straight to hell, boy\n[05:00.73] Go straight to hell, boy\n[05:06.18] Go straight to hell, boys\n[05:11.44] Go straight to hell, boys\n[05:16.10] Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n[05:21.93] Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now\n[05:27.74] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Straight To Hell\n artist: The Clash\n album: Essential Clash\n duration_ms: 330527\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: If you can play on fiddle\n start_ms: 42750\n end_ms: 48220\n- text: How's about a British jig and reel?\n 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127240\n- text: See me, got photo, photo, photograph of you\n start_ms: 127240\n end_ms: 132500\n- text: And mama, mama, mama-san\n start_ms: 132500\n end_ms: 134480\n- text: Of you and mama mama mama-san\n start_ms: 134480\n end_ms: 139660\n- text: Let me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo, kid\n start_ms: 139660\n end_ms: 143820\n- text: It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice\n start_ms: 143820\n end_ms: 147910\n- text: Straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 147910\n end_ms: 153250\n- text: Go straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 153250\n end_ms: 158420\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 158420\n end_ms: 163980\n- text: Go straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 163980\n end_ms: 169420\n- text: Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n start_ms: 169420\n end_ms: 174960\n- text: Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home\n start_ms: 174960\n end_ms: 179480\n- text: So mama-san says\n start_ms: 179480\n end_ms: 181400\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 181400\n end_ms: 202600\n- text: '\"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo'\n start_ms: 202600\n end_ms: 207980\n- text: On the druggy-drag ragtime USA?\n start_ms: 207980\n end_ms: 212900\n- text: In Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA\n start_ms: 212900\n end_ms: 223140\n- text: Where Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison\"\n start_ms: 223140\n end_ms: 231210\n- text: The volatile Molatov says\n start_ms: 231210\n end_ms: 233810\n- text: '\"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh'\n start_ms: 233810\n end_ms: 239080\n- text: Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n start_ms: 239080\n end_ms: 245440\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 245440\n end_ms: 255410\n- text: Can you cough it up, loud and strong?\n start_ms: 255410\n end_ms: 259360\n- text: The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\n start_ms: 259360\n end_ms: 265650\n- text: It could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\n start_ms: 265650\n end_ms: 270650\n- text: Any hemisphere\n start_ms: 270650\n end_ms: 275450\n- text: No man's land\n start_ms: 275450\n end_ms: 278010\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 278010\n end_ms: 285790\n- text: There ain't no asylum here\n start_ms: 285790\n end_ms: 291020\n- text: King Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n start_ms: 291020\n end_ms: 295730\n- text: Straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 295730\n end_ms: 300730\n- text: Go straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 300730\n end_ms: 306180\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 306180\n end_ms: 311440\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 311440\n end_ms: 316100\n- text: Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n start_ms: 316100\n end_ms: 321930\n- text: Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now\n start_ms: 321930\n end_ms: 327740\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 327740\nplain: |-\n If you can play on fiddle\n How's about a British jig and reel?\n Speaking King's English in quotation\n As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\n Water froze\n In the generation\n\n Clear as winter ice\n This is your paradise\n\n There ain't no need for ya\n There ain't no need for ya\n Go straight to hell, boys\n Go straight to hell, boys\n\n Wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues\n When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City\n Kiddie say, papa papa papa papa papa-san, take me home\n See me, got photo, photo, photograph of you\n And mama, mama, mama-san\n Of you and mama mama mama-san\n\n Let me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo, kid\n It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice\n\n Straight to hell, boy\n Go straight to hell, boy\n Go straight to hell, boys\n Go straight to hell, boy\n\n Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home\n So mama-san says\n\n \"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo\n On the druggy-drag ragtime USA?\n In Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA\n Where Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison\"\n The volatile Molatov says\n \"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh\n Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n\n Can you cough it up, loud and strong?\n The immigrants, they 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poison\"\nThe volatile Molatov says\n\"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh\nHuh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n\nCan you cough it up, loud and strong?\nThe immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\nIt could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\nAny hemisphere\nNo man's land\n\nThere ain't no asylum here\nKing Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n\nStraight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boys\nGo straight to hell, boys\n\nOh, papa-san, please take me home\nOh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now","syncedLyrics":"[00:42.75] If you can play on fiddle\n[00:48.22] How's about a British jig and reel?\n[00:52.95] Speaking King's English in quotation\n[00:58.39] As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\n[01:03.73] Water froze\n[01:08.26] In the generation\n[01:15.05] Clear as winter ice\n[01:20.09] This is your paradise\n[01:24.22] There ain't no need for ya\n[01:29.36] There ain't no need for ya\n[01:34.67] Go straight 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volatile Molatov says\n[03:53.81] \"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh\n[03:59.08] Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n[04:05.44] \n[04:15.41] Can you cough it up, loud and strong?\n[04:19.36] The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\n[04:25.65] It could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\n[04:30.65] Any hemisphere\n[04:35.45] No man's land\n[04:38.01] \n[04:45.79] There ain't no asylum here\n[04:51.02] King Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n[04:55.73] Straight to hell, boy\n[05:00.73] Go straight to hell, boy\n[05:06.18] Go straight to hell, boys\n[05:11.44] Go straight to hell, boys\n[05:16.10] Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n[05:21.93] Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now\n[05:27.74] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Straight to Hell\n artist: Clash\n album: The Essential Clash\n duration_ms: 189134\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: If you can play on fiddle\n start_ms: 42750\n end_ms: 48220\n- text: 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land\n\nThere ain't no asylum here\nKing Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n\nStraight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boys\nGo straight to hell, boys\n\nOh, papa-san, please take me home\nOh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now","syncedLyrics":"[00:42.75] If you can play on fiddle\n[00:48.22] How's about a British jig and reel?\n[00:52.95] Speaking King's English in quotation\n[00:58.39] As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\n[01:03.73] Water froze\n[01:08.26] In the generation\n[01:15.05] Clear as winter ice\n[01:20.09] This is your paradise\n[01:24.22] There ain't no need for ya\n[01:29.36] There ain't no need for ya\n[01:34.67] Go straight to hell, boys\n[01:39.76] Go straight to hell, boys\n[01:46.77] Wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues\n[01:56.71] When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City\n[02:02.07] Kiddie say, papa papa papa papa papa-san, take me home\n[02:07.24] See me, got photo, photo, photograph of you\n[02:12.50] And 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your blood bamboo, kid\n start_ms: 139660\n end_ms: 143820\n- text: It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice\n start_ms: 143820\n end_ms: 147910\n- text: Straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 147910\n end_ms: 153250\n- text: Go straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 153250\n end_ms: 158420\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 158420\n end_ms: 163980\n- text: Go straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 163980\n end_ms: 169420\n- text: Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n start_ms: 169420\n end_ms: 174960\n- text: Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home\n start_ms: 174960\n end_ms: 179480\n- text: So mama-san says\n start_ms: 179480\n end_ms: 181400\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 181400\n end_ms: 202600\n- text: '\"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo'\n start_ms: 202600\n end_ms: 207980\n- text: On the druggy-drag ragtime USA?\n start_ms: 207980\n end_ms: 212900\n- text: In Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA\n start_ms: 212900\n end_ms: 223140\n- text: Where Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison\"\n start_ms: 223140\n end_ms: 231210\n- text: The volatile Molatov says\n start_ms: 231210\n end_ms: 233810\n- text: '\"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh'\n start_ms: 233810\n end_ms: 239080\n- text: Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n start_ms: 239080\n end_ms: 245440\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 245440\n end_ms: 255410\n- text: Can you cough it up, loud and strong?\n start_ms: 255410\n end_ms: 259360\n- text: The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\n start_ms: 259360\n end_ms: 265650\n- text: It could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\n start_ms: 265650\n end_ms: 270650\n- text: Any hemisphere\n start_ms: 270650\n end_ms: 275450\n- text: No man's land\n start_ms: 275450\n end_ms: 278010\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 278010\n end_ms: 285790\n- text: There ain't no asylum here\n start_ms: 285790\n end_ms: 291020\n- text: King Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n start_ms: 291020\n end_ms: 295730\n- text: Straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 295730\n end_ms: 300730\n- text: Go straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 300730\n end_ms: 306180\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 306180\n end_ms: 311440\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 311440\n end_ms: 316100\n- text: Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n start_ms: 316100\n end_ms: 321930\n- text: Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now\n start_ms: 321930\n end_ms: 327740\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 327740\nplain: |-\n If you can play on fiddle\n How's about a British jig and reel?\n Speaking King's English in quotation\n As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\n Water froze\n In the generation\n\n Clear as winter ice\n This is your paradise\n\n There ain't no need for ya\n There ain't no need for ya\n Go straight to hell, boys\n Go straight to hell, boys\n\n Wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues\n When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City\n Kiddie say, papa papa papa papa papa-san, take me home\n See me, got photo, photo, photograph of you\n And mama, mama, mama-san\n Of you and mama mama mama-san\n\n Let me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo, kid\n It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice\n\n Straight to hell, boy\n Go straight to hell, boy\n Go straight to hell, boys\n Go straight to hell, boy\n\n Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home\n So mama-san says\n\n \"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo\n On the druggy-drag ragtime USA?\n In Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA\n Where Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison\"\n The volatile Molatov says\n \"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh\n Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n\n Can you cough it up, loud and strong?\n The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\n It could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\n Any hemisphere\n No man's land\n\n There ain't no asylum here\n King Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n\n Straight to hell, boy\n Go straight to hell, boy\n Go straight to hell, boys\n Go straight to hell, boys\n\n Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now\n"},{"id":29049169,"name":"Straight To Hell","trackName":"Straight To Hell","artistName":"The Clash","albumName":"From Hell To Eternity","duration":445.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If you can play on fiddle\nHow's about a British jig and reel?\nSpeaking King's English in quotation\nAs railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\nWater froze\nIn the generation\n\nClear as winter ice\nThis is your paradise\n\nThere ain't no need for ya\nThere ain't no need for ya\nGo straight to hell, boys\nGo straight to hell, boys\n\nWanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues\nWhen it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City\nKiddie say, papa papa papa papa papa-san, take me home\nSee me, got photo, photo, photograph of you\nAnd mama, mama, mama-san\nOf you and mama mama mama-san\n\nLet me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo, kid\nIt ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice\n\nStraight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boys\nGo straight to hell, boy\n\nOh, papa-san, please take me home\nOh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home\nSo mama-san says\n\n\"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo\nOn the druggy-drag ragtime USA?\nIn Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA\nWhere Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison\"\nThe volatile Molatov says\n\"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh\nHuh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n\nCan you cough it up, loud and strong?\nThe immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\nIt could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\nAny hemisphere\nNo man's land\n\nThere ain't no asylum here\nKing Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n\nStraight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boys\nGo straight to hell, boys\n\nOh, papa-san, please take me home\nOh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now","syncedLyrics":"[00:42.72] If you can play on fiddle\n[00:48.25] How's about a British jig and reel?\n[00:52.96] Speaking King's English in quotation\n[00:58.33] As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\n[01:03.72] Water froze\n[01:08.23] In the generation\n[01:15.01] Clear as winter ice\n[01:20.07] This is your paradise\n[01:24.22] There ain't no need for ya\n[01:29.33] There ain't no need for ya\n[01:34.63] Go straight to hell, boys\n[01:39.79] Go straight to hell, boys\n[01:46.75] Wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues\n[01:56.80] When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City\n[02:02.04] Kiddie say, papa papa papa papa papa-san, take me home\n[02:07.30] See me, got photo, photo, photograph of you\n[02:12.57] And mama, mama, mama-san\n[02:14.49] Of you and mama mama mama-san\n[02:19.69] Let me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo, kid\n[02:23.80] It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice\n[02:27.94] Straight to hell, boy\n[02:33.27] Go straight to hell, boy\n[02:38.47] Go straight to hell, boys\n[02:43.97] Go straight to hell, boy\n[02:49.42] Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n[02:54.94] Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home\n[02:59.42] So mama-san says\n[03:01.40] \n[03:22.58] \"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo\n[03:27.92] On the druggy-drag ragtime USA?\n[03:32.95] In Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA\n[03:43.19] Where Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison\"\n[03:51.23] The volatile Molatov says\n[03:53.89] \"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh\n[03:59.05] Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n[04:05.44] \n[04:15.47] Can you cough it up, loud and strong?\n[04:19.32] The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\n[04:25.68] It could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\n[04:30.67] Any hemisphere\n[04:35.49] No man's land\n[04:38.01] \n[04:45.72] There ain't no asylum here\n[04:51.00] King Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n[04:55.73] Straight to hell, boy\n[05:00.79] Go straight to hell, boy\n[05:06.16] Go straight to hell, boys\n[05:11.43] Go straight to hell, boys\n[05:16.13] Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n[05:21.96] Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now\n[05:27.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Straight To Hell\n artist: The Clash\n album: From Hell To Eternity\n duration_ms: 445000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: If you can play on fiddle\n start_ms: 42720\n end_ms: 48250\n- text: How's about a British jig and reel?\n start_ms: 48250\n end_ms: 52960\n- text: Speaking King's English in quotation\n start_ms: 52960\n end_ms: 58330\n- text: As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\n start_ms: 58330\n end_ms: 63720\n- text: Water froze\n start_ms: 63720\n end_ms: 68230\n- text: In the generation\n start_ms: 68230\n end_ms: 75010\n- text: Clear as winter ice\n start_ms: 75010\n end_ms: 80070\n- text: This is your paradise\n start_ms: 80070\n end_ms: 84220\n- text: There ain't no need for ya\n start_ms: 84220\n end_ms: 89330\n- text: There ain't no need for ya\n start_ms: 89330\n end_ms: 94630\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 94630\n end_ms: 99790\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 99790\n end_ms: 106750\n- text: Wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues\n start_ms: 106750\n end_ms: 116800\n- text: When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City\n start_ms: 116800\n end_ms: 122040\n- text: Kiddie say, papa papa papa papa papa-san, take me home\n start_ms: 122040\n end_ms: 127300\n- text: See me, got photo, photo, photograph of you\n start_ms: 127300\n end_ms: 132570\n- text: And mama, mama, mama-san\n start_ms: 132570\n end_ms: 134490\n- text: Of you and mama mama mama-san\n start_ms: 134490\n end_ms: 139690\n- text: Let me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo, kid\n start_ms: 139690\n end_ms: 143800\n- text: It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice\n start_ms: 143800\n end_ms: 147940\n- text: Straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 147940\n end_ms: 153270\n- text: Go straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 153270\n end_ms: 158470\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 158470\n end_ms: 163970\n- text: Go straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 163970\n end_ms: 169420\n- text: Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n start_ms: 169420\n end_ms: 174940\n- text: Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home\n start_ms: 174940\n end_ms: 179420\n- text: So mama-san says\n start_ms: 179420\n end_ms: 181400\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 181400\n end_ms: 202580\n- text: '\"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo'\n start_ms: 202580\n end_ms: 207920\n- text: On the druggy-drag ragtime USA?\n start_ms: 207920\n end_ms: 212950\n- text: In Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA\n start_ms: 212950\n end_ms: 223190\n- text: Where Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison\"\n start_ms: 223190\n end_ms: 231230\n- text: The volatile Molatov says\n start_ms: 231230\n end_ms: 233890\n- text: '\"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh'\n start_ms: 233890\n end_ms: 239050\n- text: Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n start_ms: 239050\n end_ms: 245440\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 245440\n end_ms: 255470\n- text: Can you cough it up, loud and strong?\n start_ms: 255470\n end_ms: 259320\n- text: The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\n start_ms: 259320\n end_ms: 265680\n- text: It could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\n start_ms: 265680\n end_ms: 270670\n- text: Any hemisphere\n start_ms: 270670\n end_ms: 275490\n- text: No man's land\n start_ms: 275490\n end_ms: 278010\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 278010\n end_ms: 285720\n- text: There ain't no asylum here\n start_ms: 285720\n end_ms: 291000\n- text: King Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n start_ms: 291000\n end_ms: 295730\n- text: Straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 295730\n end_ms: 300790\n- text: Go straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 300790\n end_ms: 306160\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 306160\n end_ms: 311430\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 311430\n end_ms: 316130\n- text: Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n start_ms: 316130\n 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Clash","duration":332.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If you can play on fiddle\nHow's about a British jig and reel?\nSpeaking King's English in quotation\nAs railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\nWater froze\nIn the generation\n\nClear as winter ice\nThis is your paradise\n\nThere ain't no need for ya\nThere ain't no need for ya\nGo straight to hell, boys\nGo straight to hell, boys\n\nWanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues\nWhen it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City\nKiddie say, papa papa papa papa papa-san, take me home\nSee me, got photo, photo, photograph of you\nAnd mama, mama, mama-san\nOf you and mama mama mama-san\n\nLet me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo, kid\nIt ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice\n\nStraight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boys\nGo straight to hell, boy\n\nOh, papa-san, please take me home\nOh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home\nSo mama-san says\n\n\"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo\nOn the druggy-drag ragtime USA?\nIn Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA\nWhere Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison\"\nThe volatile Molatov says\n\"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh\nHuh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n\nCan you cough it up, loud and strong?\nThe immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\nIt could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\nAny hemisphere\nNo man's land\n\nThere ain't no asylum here\nKing Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n\nStraight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boys\nGo straight to hell, boys\n\nOh, papa-san, please take me home\nOh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now","syncedLyrics":"[00:42.72] If you can play on fiddle\n[00:48.25] How's about a British jig and reel?\n[00:52.96] Speaking King's English in quotation\n[00:58.33] As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\n[01:03.72] Water froze\n[01:08.23] In the generation\n[01:15.01] Clear as winter ice\n[01:20.07] This is your paradise\n[01:24.22] There ain't no need for ya\n[01:29.33] There ain't no need for ya\n[01:34.63] Go straight to hell, boys\n[01:39.79] Go straight to hell, boys\n[01:46.75] Wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues\n[01:56.80] When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City\n[02:02.04] Kiddie say, papa papa papa papa papa-san, take me home\n[02:07.30] See me, got photo, photo, photograph of you\n[02:12.57] And mama, mama, mama-san\n[02:14.49] Of you and mama mama mama-san\n[02:19.69] Let me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo, kid\n[02:23.80] It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice\n[02:27.94] Straight to hell, boy\n[02:33.27] Go straight to hell, boy\n[02:38.47] Go straight to hell, boys\n[02:43.97] Go straight to hell, boy\n[02:49.42] Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n[02:54.94] Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home\n[02:59.42] So mama-san says\n[03:01.40] \n[03:22.58] \"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo\n[03:27.92] On the druggy-drag ragtime USA?\n[03:32.95] In Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA\n[03:43.19] Where Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison\"\n[03:51.23] The volatile Molatov says\n[03:53.89] \"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh\n[03:59.05] Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n[04:05.44] \n[04:15.47] Can you cough it up, loud and strong?\n[04:19.32] The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\n[04:25.68] It could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\n[04:30.67] Any hemisphere\n[04:35.49] No man's land\n[04:38.01] \n[04:45.72] There ain't no asylum here\n[04:51.00] King Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n[04:55.73] Straight to hell, boy\n[05:00.79] Go straight to hell, boy\n[05:06.16] Go straight to hell, boys\n[05:11.43] Go straight to hell, boys\n[05:16.13] Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n[05:21.96] Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now\n[05:27.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Straight To Hell\n artist: The Clash\n album: Story Of The Clash\n duration_ms: 332000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: If you can play on fiddle\n start_ms: 42720\n end_ms: 48250\n- text: How's about a British jig and reel?\n start_ms: 48250\n end_ms: 52960\n- text: Speaking King's English in quotation\n start_ms: 52960\n end_ms: 58330\n- text: As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\n start_ms: 58330\n end_ms: 63720\n- text: Water froze\n start_ms: 63720\n end_ms: 68230\n- text: In the generation\n start_ms: 68230\n end_ms: 75010\n- text: Clear as winter ice\n start_ms: 75010\n end_ms: 80070\n- text: This is your paradise\n start_ms: 80070\n end_ms: 84220\n- text: There ain't no need for ya\n start_ms: 84220\n end_ms: 89330\n- text: There ain't no need for ya\n start_ms: 89330\n end_ms: 94630\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 94630\n end_ms: 99790\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 99790\n end_ms: 106750\n- text: Wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues\n start_ms: 106750\n end_ms: 116800\n- text: When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City\n start_ms: 116800\n end_ms: 122040\n- text: Kiddie say, papa papa papa papa papa-san, take me home\n start_ms: 122040\n end_ms: 127300\n- text: See me, got photo, photo, photograph of you\n start_ms: 127300\n end_ms: 132570\n- text: And mama, mama, mama-san\n start_ms: 132570\n end_ms: 134490\n- text: Of you and mama mama mama-san\n start_ms: 134490\n end_ms: 139690\n- text: Let me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo, kid\n start_ms: 139690\n end_ms: 143800\n- text: It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice\n start_ms: 143800\n end_ms: 147940\n- text: Straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 147940\n end_ms: 153270\n- text: Go straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 153270\n end_ms: 158470\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 158470\n end_ms: 163970\n- text: Go straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 163970\n end_ms: 169420\n- text: Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n start_ms: 169420\n end_ms: 174940\n- text: Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home\n start_ms: 174940\n end_ms: 179420\n- text: So mama-san says\n start_ms: 179420\n end_ms: 181400\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 181400\n end_ms: 202580\n- text: '\"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo'\n start_ms: 202580\n end_ms: 207920\n- text: On the druggy-drag ragtime USA?\n start_ms: 207920\n end_ms: 212950\n- text: In Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA\n start_ms: 212950\n end_ms: 223190\n- text: Where Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison\"\n start_ms: 223190\n end_ms: 231230\n- text: The volatile Molatov says\n start_ms: 231230\n end_ms: 233890\n- text: '\"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh'\n start_ms: 233890\n end_ms: 239050\n- text: Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n start_ms: 239050\n end_ms: 245440\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 245440\n end_ms: 255470\n- text: Can you cough it up, loud and strong?\n start_ms: 255470\n end_ms: 259320\n- text: The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\n start_ms: 259320\n end_ms: 265680\n- text: It could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\n start_ms: 265680\n end_ms: 270670\n- text: Any hemisphere\n start_ms: 270670\n end_ms: 275490\n- text: No man's land\n start_ms: 275490\n end_ms: 278010\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 278010\n end_ms: 285720\n- text: There ain't no asylum here\n start_ms: 285720\n end_ms: 291000\n- text: King Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n start_ms: 291000\n end_ms: 295730\n- text: Straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 295730\n end_ms: 300790\n- text: Go straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 300790\n end_ms: 306160\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 306160\n end_ms: 311430\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 311430\n end_ms: 316130\n- text: Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n start_ms: 316130\n end_ms: 321960\n- text: Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now\n start_ms: 321960\n end_ms: 327710\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 327710\nplain: |-\n If you can play on fiddle\n How's about a British jig and reel?\n Speaking King's English in 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banjo\n[03:27.98] On the druggy-drag ragtime USA?\n[03:32.90] In Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA\n[03:43.14] Where Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison\"\n[03:51.21] The volatile Molatov says\n[03:53.81] \"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh\n[03:59.08] Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n[04:05.44] \n[04:15.41] Can you cough it up, loud and strong?\n[04:19.36] The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\n[04:25.65] It could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\n[04:30.65] Any hemisphere\n[04:35.45] No man's land\n[04:38.01] \n[04:45.79] There ain't no asylum here\n[04:51.02] King Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n[04:55.73] Straight to hell, boy\n[05:00.73] Go straight to hell, boy\n[05:06.18] Go straight to hell, boys\n[05:11.44] Go straight to hell, boys\n[05:16.10] Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n[05:21.93] Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now\n[05:27.74] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n 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huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n\nCan you cough it up, loud and strong?\nThe immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\nIt could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\nAny hemisphere\nNo man's land\n\nThere ain't no asylum here\nKing Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n\nStraight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boy\nGo straight to hell, boys\nGo straight to hell, boys\n\nOh, papa-san, please take me home\nOh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now","syncedLyrics":"[00:42.75] If you can play on fiddle\n[00:48.22] How's about a British jig and reel?\n[00:52.95] Speaking King's English in quotation\n[00:58.39] As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\n[01:03.73] Water froze\n[01:08.26] In the generation\n[01:15.05] Clear as winter ice\n[01:20.09] This is your paradise\n[01:24.22] There ain't no need for ya\n[01:29.36] There ain't no need for ya\n[01:34.67] Go straight to hell, boys\n[01:39.76] Go straight to hell, boys\n[01:46.77] Wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues\n[01:56.71] When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City\n[02:02.07] Kiddie say, papa papa papa papa papa-san, take me home\n[02:07.24] See me, got photo, photo, photograph of you\n[02:12.50] And mama, mama, mama-san\n[02:14.48] Of you and mama mama mama-san\n[02:19.66] Let me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo, kid\n[02:23.82] It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice\n[02:27.91] Straight to hell, boy\n[02:33.25] Go straight to hell, boy\n[02:38.42] Go straight to hell, boys\n[02:43.98] Go straight to hell, boy\n[02:49.42] Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n[02:54.96] Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home\n[02:59.48] So mama-san says\n[03:01.40] \n[03:22.60] \"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo\n[03:27.98] On the druggy-drag ragtime USA?\n[03:32.90] In Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA\n[03:43.14] Where Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison\"\n[03:51.21] The volatile Molatov says\n[03:53.81] \"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh\n[03:59.08] Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n[04:05.44] \n[04:15.41] Can you cough it up, loud and strong?\n[04:19.36] The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\n[04:25.65] It could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\n[04:30.65] Any hemisphere\n[04:35.45] No man's land\n[04:38.01] \n[04:45.79] There ain't no asylum here\n[04:51.02] King Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n[04:55.73] Straight to hell, boy\n[05:00.73] Go straight to hell, boy\n[05:06.18] Go straight to hell, boys\n[05:11.44] Go straight to hell, boys\n[05:16.10] Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n[05:21.93] Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now\n[05:27.74] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Straight To Hell\n artist: The Clash\n album: The Essential Clash - CD2\n duration_ms: 330467\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: If you can play on fiddle\n start_ms: 42750\n end_ms: 48220\n- text: How's about a British jig and reel?\n start_ms: 48220\n end_ms: 52950\n- text: Speaking King's English in quotation\n start_ms: 52950\n end_ms: 58390\n- text: As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\n start_ms: 58390\n end_ms: 63730\n- text: Water froze\n start_ms: 63730\n end_ms: 68260\n- text: In the generation\n start_ms: 68260\n end_ms: 75050\n- text: Clear as winter ice\n start_ms: 75050\n end_ms: 80090\n- text: This is your paradise\n start_ms: 80090\n end_ms: 84220\n- text: There ain't no need for ya\n start_ms: 84220\n end_ms: 89360\n- text: There ain't no need for ya\n start_ms: 89360\n end_ms: 94670\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 94670\n end_ms: 99760\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 99760\n end_ms: 106770\n- text: Wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues\n start_ms: 106770\n end_ms: 116710\n- text: When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City\n start_ms: 116710\n end_ms: 122070\n- text: Kiddie say, papa papa papa papa papa-san, take me home\n start_ms: 122070\n end_ms: 127240\n- text: See me, got photo, photo, photograph of 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the druggy-drag ragtime USA?\n start_ms: 207980\n end_ms: 212900\n- text: In Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA\n start_ms: 212900\n end_ms: 223140\n- text: Where Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison\"\n start_ms: 223140\n end_ms: 231210\n- text: The volatile Molatov says\n start_ms: 231210\n end_ms: 233810\n- text: '\"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh'\n start_ms: 233810\n end_ms: 239080\n- text: Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n start_ms: 239080\n end_ms: 245440\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 245440\n end_ms: 255410\n- text: Can you cough it up, loud and strong?\n start_ms: 255410\n end_ms: 259360\n- text: The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\n start_ms: 259360\n end_ms: 265650\n- text: It could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\n start_ms: 265650\n end_ms: 270650\n- text: Any hemisphere\n start_ms: 270650\n end_ms: 275450\n- text: No man's land\n start_ms: 275450\n end_ms: 278010\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 278010\n end_ms: 285790\n- text: There ain't no asylum here\n start_ms: 285790\n end_ms: 291020\n- text: King Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n start_ms: 291020\n end_ms: 295730\n- text: Straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 295730\n end_ms: 300730\n- text: Go straight to hell, boy\n start_ms: 300730\n end_ms: 306180\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 306180\n end_ms: 311440\n- text: Go straight to hell, boys\n start_ms: 311440\n end_ms: 316100\n- text: Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n start_ms: 316100\n end_ms: 321930\n- text: Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now\n start_ms: 321930\n end_ms: 327740\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 327740\nplain: |-\n If you can play on fiddle\n How's about a British jig and reel?\n Speaking King's English in quotation\n As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\n Water froze\n In the generation\n\n Clear as winter ice\n This is your paradise\n\n There ain't no need for ya\n There ain't no need for ya\n Go straight to hell, boys\n Go straight to hell, boys\n\n Wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues\n When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City\n Kiddie say, papa papa papa papa papa-san, take me home\n See me, got photo, photo, photograph of you\n And mama, mama, mama-san\n Of you and mama mama mama-san\n\n Let me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo, kid\n It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice\n\n Straight to hell, boy\n Go straight to hell, boy\n Go straight to hell, boys\n Go straight to hell, boy\n\n Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home\n So mama-san says\n\n \"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo\n On the druggy-drag ragtime USA?\n In Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA\n Where Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison\"\n The volatile Molatov says\n \"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh\n Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n\n Can you cough it up, loud and strong?\n The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\n It could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\n Any hemisphere\n No man's land\n\n There ain't no asylum here\n King Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n\n Straight to hell, boy\n Go straight to hell, boy\n Go straight to hell, boys\n Go straight to hell, boys\n\n Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now\n"},{"id":27420497,"name":"Straight to Hell","trackName":"Straight to Hell","artistName":"The Clash","albumName":"Story of the Clash","duration":329.1660769,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If you can play on the fiddle\nHow's about a British jig and reel?\nSpeaking King's English in quotation\nAs railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\nWater froze\nIn the generation\nClear as winter ice\nThis is your paradise\n\nThere ain't no need for ya\nThere ain't no need for ya\nGo straight to hell boys\nGo straight to hell boys\n\nWanna join in a chorus, of the Amerasian blues?\nWhen it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh city\nKiddie say papa papa 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artist: the Clash\n album: The Story of the Clash\n duration_ms: 328707\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n If you can play on fiddle\n How's about a British jig and reel?\n Speaking King's English in quotation\n As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust\n Water froze\n In the generation\n\n Clear as winter ice\n This is your paradise\n\n There ain't no need for ya\n There ain't no need for ya\n Go straight to hell, boys\n Go straight to hell, boys\n\n Wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues\n When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City\n Kiddie say, papa papa papa papa papa-san, take me home\n See me, got photo, photo, photograph of you\n And mama, mama, mama-san\n Of you and mama mama mama-san\n\n Let me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo, kid\n It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice\n\n Straight to hell, boy\n Go straight to hell, boy\n Go straight to hell, boys\n Go straight to hell, boy\n\n Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home\n So mama-san says\n\n \"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo\n On the druggy-drag ragtime USA?\n In Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA\n Where Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison\"\n The volatile Molatov says\n \"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh\n Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell\"\n\n Can you cough it up, loud and strong?\n The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long\n It could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier\n Any hemisphere\n No man's land\n\n There ain't no asylum here\n King Solomon, he never lived 'round here\n\n Straight to hell, boy\n Go straight to hell, boy\n Go straight to hell, boys\n Go straight to hell, boys\n\n Oh, papa-san, please take me home\n Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now\n"}]