Holiday In Cambodia (Live) - Serj Tankian & The F.C.C.

So, you've been to school for a year or two And you know you've seen it all In your daddy's car, thinking you'll go far I would love to see you crawl Playing rap to show that you're super cool On your five grand stereo You're braggin' that you know how the homeboy feels But the hot-shotter you don't know And it's time to taste what you most fear And your piece of crap won't help you here So brace yourself, my dear So brace yourself, my dear 'Cause it's a holiday in Cambodia It's tough, kid, but it's life It's a holiday in Cambodia Don't forget to bring a knife You real could creep, but you suck like a leech Everybody's got to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch, so you can get rich But your boss gets rich off of you You'll work hard with a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers 'til you starve Then your head is skewered on a stake Now let's go where the people are one Now let's go where they get things done Come on, I wanna go, my son Come on and let's go, my son, I said (Pol) gonna see you down on your knees (Pot) hey pretty, you're born to please (Pol)I wanna see you ruin down your life (Pot) I want a hot-shotter running all night now (Pol) so I want a big bowl of Donald rice (Pot) I wanna see you running all night now (Pol) you've got a hot wax up on your sleeve (Pot) and it's a hot girl, hot girl there 'Cause it's a holiday in Cambodia It's tough kid, but it's life It's a holiday in Cambodia And don't forget to bring a knife

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 Playing ethnicky jazz To parade your snazz On your five-grand stereo Braggin' 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 snitch You suck like a leech You want everyone to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch So you can get rich While 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 the 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 are dressed 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 Pot Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot 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 Pol Pot

Well he was Thailand based She was an airforce wife He used to fly weekends It was the easy life But then it turned around And he began to change She didn't wonder then She didn't think it strange But then he got a call He had to leave that night He couldn't say too much But it would be alright He didn't need to pack They'd meet the next night He had a job to do Flying to Cambodia And as the nights passed by She tried to trace the past The way he used to look The way he used to laugh I guess she'll never know What got inside his soul She couldn't make it out Just couldn't take it all He had the saddest eyes The girl had ever seen He used to cry some nights As though he lived a dream And as she held him close He used to search her face As if she knew the truth Lost inside Cambodia But then a call came through They said he'd soon be home She had to pack a case And they would make a rendez-vous But now a year has passed And not a single word And all the love she knew Has disappeared out in the haze Cambodia, don't cry now, no tears now And now the years have passed With not a single word But there is only one thing left I know for sure She won't see his face again

Comme chaque année chaque été, Arrive l'époque sacrée pour les travailleurs du repos mérité fini le labeur, Pour enfin profiter des congés payés et des bons conseils de bison futé Et des tas de bagnoles bondées de bagages des guignols qui s'affolent, Des carambolages quel carnage sur l'autoroute! C'est vraiment dommage par un si beau mois d'août Et si le tube de l'été répété dans les FM Promettait de s'éclater sans rencontrer de problème Du bonheur dans les maillots, du beau temps à St Malo Pas de malheur du vent dans les voiles et des meufs à poils Il y a des scènes de ménage dans les embouteillages Les parents qui s'engueulent du péage à la plage A cause des tâches et des miettes sur les banquettes en skaï Et des claques dans la tête des gosses qui braillent Et ça fait marrer les mouettes Une fois le piquet du parasol planté Pour délimiter son mètre carré de serviette La famille complète est prête a tenir tête A résister à l'intrus qui tente de s'incruster A chacun son territoire et y aura pas d'histoire Réintègre ton camp avant que je t'éclate la rate Et t'atomise la tête comme une tomate écarlate A grands coups de raquette, allez casse-toi lopette Pendant ce temps je pratique la survie extrême L'expédition en zone urbaine, l'ascension d'HLM Non je ne verrai pas Juan les Pins Ni ta mère en maillot de bain pendant qu'elle pisse dans la mer, Moi je pète dans mon bain Cinq fois par semaines A passer étalés par centaines entassées au soleil Chaque jour est pareil à la veille Insolations, indigestions, hydrocutions sont les principales attractions Et ça fait marrer les mouettes Sous le béton, les pavés, pas de plage et j'enrage Je ne distingue au large que des naufrages mais pas de rivage Du haut du quinzième étage j'imagine des voyages idylliques Comme dans les magazines des pays fantastiques L'impression d'une seconde je vagabonde au 4 coins du monde Et puis je retombe au royaume des ombres Loin de ceux qui font la gueule les pieds dans l'eau comme au boulot Qui font la queue au resto comme au métro Et si le tube de l'été répété dans les FM Promettait de s'éclater sans rencontrer de problème Du bonheur dans les maillots, du beau temps à St Malo Pas de malheur du vent dans les voiles et des meufs à poils Holiday in France Holiday in France.

Holiday! This song is not Anti-American, it's Anti-war! Hear the sound of the falling rain Coming down like an armageddon flame (Hey!) The shame The ones who died without a name Hear the dogs howling out of key To a hymn called "Faith and Misery" (Hey!) And bleed, the company that lost the war today I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives On holiday! Hear the drum pounding out of time Another protester has crossed the line (Hey!) To find the money's on the other side Can I get another amen? (Amen!) There's a flag wrapped around a score of men(Hey!) A gag, a plastic bag on a monument I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives On holiday! (Hey!) Lights out! The representative from UK has the floor. Sieg Heil to the president gas man Bombs away is your punishment Pulverize the Eiffel towers Who criticize your government Bang bang goes the broken glass, yeah Kill all the fags that don't agree Trials by fire, setting fires Is not a way that's meant for me Just cause, just cause, because we're outlaws, yeah!(Hey, hey, hey!) I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives This is our lives on holiday! England!!