So you been to school
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For a year or two
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And you know you've seen it all
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In daddy's car
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Thinkin' you'll go far
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Back east your type don't crawl
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Play ethnicky jazz
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To parade your snazz
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On your five grand stereo
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Braggin' that you know
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How the niggers feel cold
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And the slums got so much soul
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It's time to taste what you most fear
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Right Guard will not help you here
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Brace yourself, my dear:
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It's a holiday in Cambodia
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It's tough, kid, but it's life
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It's a holiday in Cambodia
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Don't forget to pack a wife
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You're a star-belly sneech
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You suck like a leach
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You want everyone to act like you
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Kiss ass while you bitch
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So you can get rich
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But your boss gets richer off you
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Well you'll work harder
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With a gun in your back
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For a bowl of rice a day
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Slave for soldiers
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Till you starve
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Then your head is skewered on a stake
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Now you can go where people are one
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Now you can go where they get things done
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What you need, my son:.
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Is a holiday in Cambodia
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Where people dress in black
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A holiday in Cambodia
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Where you'll kiss ass or crack
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Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, [etc]
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And it's a holiday in Cambodia
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Where you'll do what you're told
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A holiday in Cambodia
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Where the slums got so much soul
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Holiday In Cambodia
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The Dead Kennedys |