Boy Sets Fire

So you been to schools for a year or two
And you think you've seen it all
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 sneech you suck like a leach
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 till 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
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
'Cause it's a holiday in Cambodia where you'll do what you're told
It's a holiday in Cambodia where the slums got so much soul