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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeHoliday In Cambodia
So you've been to school for a year or twoAnd you know you've seen it allIn daddy's car thinkin' you'll go farBack east you type don't crawlPlay ethnicky jazz to parade your snazzOn you five grand stereoBraggin' that you know how the niggers feel the coldAnd the slum's got so much soulIt's time to taste what you most fearRight Guard will not help you hereBrace yourself, my dearBrace yourself, my dearIt's a holiday in CambodiaIt's tough kid, but it's lifeIt's a holiday in CambodiaDon't foget to pack a wifeYou're a star-belly sneech you suck like a leechYou want everyone to act like youKiss ass while you bitch so you can get richBut your boss gets richer off youWell you'll work harder with a gun in your backFor a bowl of rice a daySlave for soldiers 'til you starveThen you head is skewered on a stakeNow you can go where people are oneNow you can go where they get things doneWhat you need, my son...What you need, my son...Is a holiday in CambodiaWhere people dress in blackA holiday in CambodiaWhere you'll kiss ass or crackCold, hot,Cold, hot,Cold, hot,Cold, hot...And it's a holiday in CambodiaWhere you'll what you're toldA holiday in CambodiaWhere the slum's got so much soul
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