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