holiday in cambodia þarký sözü

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¡

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,
pol pot, 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!