BOY SETS FIRE LYRICS

"Holiday In Cambodia"

Originally by Dead Kennedys

So you've been to school for a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car thinking you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl

Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Bragging that you know how the niggers feel cold
And the slum's 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
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll kiss ass or crack

Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot

Cause it's a holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll do what you're told
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Where the slum's got so much soul

POL POT!


["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 it."]

Thanks to Ryan for correcting these lyrics

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