| So, you've 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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| Thinking you'll go far
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| Back east your type don't crawl
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| Playing 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 slum's 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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| 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 snitch
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| You suck like a leech
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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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| While 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 the 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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| What you need, my son...
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| Is a holiday in Cambodia
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| Where people are dressed 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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| It's a holiday in Cambodia
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| Where you'll do what you're told
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| It's a holiday in Cambodia
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| Where the slums got so much soul
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| Pol Pot |