Holiday in Cambodia (Single Version)

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 niggas feel cold

And the slum's got so much soul

It's time to taste what you most fear

Right, the guard will not help you here

Brace yourself my dear

Brace yourself my dear

It's 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 snitch, you suck like a leech

You want everyone to act like you

Kiss ass while you bitch, so you can get rich

But 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 people are one

Now you can go where they get things done

What you need my son?

What you need my son?

It's a holiday in Cambodia

Where people dress in black

A holiday in Cambodia

Where you'll kiss ass or crack

Pol Pot, Pol Pot

Pol Pot, Pol Pot

Pol Pot, Pol Pot

Pol Pot, Pol Pot

It's a holiday in Cambodia

Where you'll do what you're told

A holiday in Cambodia

Where the slums got so much soul

Pol Pot!