Holiday in Cambodia

by Jello Biafra’s  ⇓  DEAD KENNEDYS  ⇐ (1980)

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 . . .

Your a star-belly sneech you suck like a leech
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 til you starve
Then your head 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   [. . .]

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