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

And I met the seventh son He came for everyone The day he heard the lightning in the field I've heard him clear his throat A fork within the road That night the tallahatchie took the wheel I've been throwing knives to see just where they'll land Now my world is in your hands Send in the congregation Open your eyes, step in the light A jukebox generation Just as you were The voice upon the stage Is a heart inside a cage And it's singing like bluebird in the round There's mystery in this wood And ghosts within these roots And a tangle deep beneath this southern ground I've been going through life making foolish plans Now my world is in your hands Send in the congregation Open your eyes, step in the lights A jukebox generation Just as you were Just as you were Just as you were And you need blind faith No false hope No false hope Do you have blind faith? No false hope No false hope Where is your blind faith? No false hope No false hope Open your eyes Open your eyes Step into the light! Open your eyes Step into the light! The sound becomes Congregation A congregation A congregation And there In the singing like a blue bird in the round

Wake up, it's time We need to find a better place to hide Make up your mind I need to know, I need to know tonight Sweet and divine Razor of mine Sweet and divine Razorblade shine Patience my dear We could spend a lifetime waiting here Maybe this time I hope I get the chance to say goodbye Sweet and divine Razor of mine Sweet and divine Razorblade shine Day after day Cutting away Day after day But anyway Wake up, it's time We need to find a better place to hide Make up your mind I need to know, I need to know tonight Sweet and divine Razor of mine Sweet and divine Razorblade shine

Crazy but I'm relieved this time Begging for sweet relief of blessing in disguise Dying behind these tired eyes I've been losin' sleep, please come to me tonight Hands on a miracle I got my hands on a miracle Leave it or not, hands on a miracle And there ain't no way, let you take it away Everything that we survived It's gonna be alright, just lucky we're alive Got no vision I've been blind Searchin' everywhere, you're right here in my sights Hands on a miracle I got my hands on a miracle Leave it or not, hands on a miracle And there ain't no way, let you take it away Hands on a miracle I got my hands on a miracle Leave it or not, hands on a miracle I got my hands on a miracle And there ain't no way, let you take it away Take it away