[Dead Kennedys cover song]
So you been to schools 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 !@$@s 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... 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 $$# while you (*##$ 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... Is a holiday in
Cambodia Where people dress in black A holiday in Cambodia Where
you'll kiss $$# or crack Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot etc...

Where you'll do what you're told A holiday in Cambodia Where the
slums got so much soul.
In case you were wondering, the Dead Kennedys have always been a

big influence on us, both musically and politically. I think we
all remember doodling the DK symbol in our notebooks at school
(some of us were punk enough to carve it into our desks at

school). First of all we did this song because we love it, and
secondly because we are sick and tired of the stupid separation
in hardcore/punk. We all come from the same place and we all

have something in common; we have seen society and we don't like
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