�So you've been to school for a year or twoAnd you know you've seen it allThat is commonAnd you'll go far back eastYou die and don't crawlPlay ethnic jazz to parade your snaresOn your background stereoWriting that you knowHow the niggas feel coldAnd the sun's got so much soulIt's time to tasteWhat you will spareRightGod will not help you hereBrace yourselfMy dearBrace yourselfMy dearIt's a holiday in CambodiaIt's tough kidsBut it's lifeIt's a holiday in CambodiaDon't forget to pack your wifeYou're a star and a snitchYou suck like a leechYou want everyone to act like youKiss ass or you're a bitchSo you can get richBut your boss can scritch her off youYou'll work harder with a gun in your backFor a bowl of rice a daySlave those soldiers till you starveAnd your head is skewered on a stakeYou'll work harder with a gun in your backNow you can goWhere people are oneNow you can goWhere they get things doneWhat do you need, my son?What do you need, my son?It's a holiday in CambodiaWhere people dress in blackIt's a holiday in CambodiaWhere no kids can suck aroundIt's a holiday in CambodiaAnd your head is skewered on a stakeWe'll see you next time.Toe-pot, toe-potAnd it's a holiday in CambodiaWhere you'll do what you're toldHoliday in CambodiaWhere the drugs are so much soToe-pot