Holiday in Cambodia

Holiday in Cambodia - Dead Kennedys

You been to school for a year or two

Know you've seen it all

Daddy's car thinkin' you'll go far

Back east your type don't crawl

Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz

On your five grand stereo

Braggin' that you know how the niggers feel cold

And the slums 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

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 sneech you suck like a leach

You want everyone to act like you

Kiss a** while you b**ch 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 till 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

Is a holiday in Cambodia

Where people dress in black

A holiday in Cambodia

Where you'll kiss a** or crack

Pol Pot

Pol Pot

Pol Pot

And 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