So, you've been to school for a year or two And you know you've seen it all And out it's comin' And you'll go far back east Your time, don't crawl Play ethnic-y jazz Decorate your snazz On your bog-bred stereo I can let you know How the niggas feel cold And the sun's got so much soul It's time to taste what heroes bear Right, God will not help you here Grace, if so, my dear Grace, if so, 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 your wife You're a star, though a snitch You suck, I like to leech You want everyone to act like you Kiss ass for your bitch So you can get rich But your boss can scritch her off you You'll work harder with a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers till you starve And your head is skewed on a stake Now you can go where people are one Now you can go where they get things done What do you need, my son? What do you need, my son? It's a holiday in Cambodia Where people dress in black It's a holiday in Cambodia Where no kiss-ass or crack Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Pole, pot, pole, pot Pole, pot, pole, pot Pole, pot, pole, pot Pole, pot, pole, pot And it's a holiday in Cambodia Where you'll do what you're told Holiday in Cambodia Where the drug's got so much soul Pole, pot