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 shit 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 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

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