Fables - 04 Выходные | Текст песни

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So you been to school 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 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!

Your a star-belly sneech you suck like a leech
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich
But your boss gets richer on you
Well you`ll work harder with a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers til you starve
Then your head 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 ass or crack!

Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot [etc.]

And it`s a holiday in Cambodia,
Where you`ll do what you`re told,
A holiday in Cambodia,
Where the slums got so much soul!

Pol Pot!

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