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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, |
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[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 |
