Holiday In Cambodia (Dead Kennedys Cover)

So you been to school

For a year or two

And you know you've seen it all

In 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 sneetch

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



Is a holiday in Cambodia

Where people dress in black

Need 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