So you've been to school for a year or two
You think you know it all
In daddy's car, thinkin' you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl
Play ethnicity jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Bragging that you know
How the brothers feel cold
And the slum's got so much soul
It's time to taste what you most fear
Your piss and sh** won't save you here
Brace yourself, my dear.....
Brace yourself, my dear.....
It's a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough kid but it's life
Holiday in Cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife
You're a star-belly sneech
You s** like a leech
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss a** while you b**h
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you
You'll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers 'til you starve
Then you head's skewered on a stake
Now you can go,where people are one
Now you can go,where they get things done
Brace yourself, my dear.....
Brace yourself, my dear.....
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
Holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll conform or crack
Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot..........
Holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll do what your told
Holiday in Cambodia
Where the slum's got so much soul