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Dead Kennedys – Holiday In Cambodia

© 1980 Cherry Red Records Tracklist: 01.Holiday In Cambodia 00:00 02.Police Truck 04:34 Lyrics: "Holiday In Cambodia" 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 Brace yourself, my dear It's a holiday in Cambodia It's tough, kid, but it's life It's a holiday in Cambodia Don't forget to pack a wife You're a star-belly sneetch 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 is 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 What you need, my son Is a holiday in Cambodia Where people dress in black Need a holiday in Cambodia Where you'll kiss ass or crack Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot It's a holiday in Cambodia Where you'll do what you're told A holiday in Cambodia Where the slums got so much soul Pol Pot! "Police Truck" Tonight's the night that we got the truck We're goin' downtown gonna beat up drunks Your turn to drive I'll bring the beer It's the late, late shift no one to fear And ride, ride how we ride We ride, lowride It's roundup time where the good whores meet Gonna drag one screaming off the street And ride, ride how we ride Got a black uniform and a silver badge Playin' cops for real/playin' cops for pay Let's ride, lowride Pull down your dress here's a kick in the ass Let's beat you blue 'til you shit in your pants Don't move, child got a big black stick There's six of us babe, so suck on my dick And ride, ride how we ride Let's ride, lowride The left newspapers might whine a bit But the guys at the station they don't give a shit Dispatch calls "Are you doin' something wicked?" "No siree, Jack, we're just givin' tickets" As we ride, ride, how we ride Let's ride, lowride.