The Dead Kennedys - Holiday in Cambodia

11

So you been to school

For a year or two

And you know you've seen it all

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:

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 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

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:.

Is 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, [etc]

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