| Lyrics: | So you've been to school
for a year or two
And you know you've seen it all.
In Daddy's
car
thinking you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl.
Playing ethnicky
jazz
to parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo.
Braggin' that you know
how the
niggers feel cold
And the slum's got so much soul.
It's time to taste what you most
fear
Right Guard will not help you here.
Brace yourself, my dear...
Brace yourself, my
dear...
For a Holiday in Cambodia
It's tough, kid, but it's life.
It's a Holiday in
Cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife.
You're a star-belly sneech
You suck like a
leech
You want everyone to act like you.
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get
rich
While your boss gets richer off you.
Well, you'll work harder
with a gun in
your back
For a bowl of rice a day.
Slave for soldiers
'Til you starve
Then your
head is skewered on a stake.
Now you can go, where the people are one.
Now you can go
where they get things done.
What you need, my son...
What you need, my son...
Is
a Holiday in Cambodia
Where people are dressed in black.
A Holiday in Cambodia
Where
you'll kiss ass or crack
(instrumental break)
(chanting)
Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol
Pot, Pol Pot, etc.,...
It's a Holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll do what you're
told.
It's a Holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul
Pol Pot. |
