Source lyrics to the Dead Kenndys' "Holiday in Cambodia" courtesy of LyricsFreak.com

“Holiday in Guantanamo” by The Fed Internees
(with special proletarian spiritual and lyrical support from Comrade_Elliott)



So you've gone jihad
For a year or two
And you know you've done it all
In madrassah
Thinkin' you'll go far
On knees, your head on a shawl

Yell “Alhamdu lillah!”
To attest your call
For virgins, eyes of sloe
Braggin' how you'll go
If Allah wills it so
To turn kaffirs into coal

It's time to build our Islamistan
Blueprints are in the Koran
Brace yourself, imam:
Brace yourself, imam:

It's a holiday in Guantanamo
It's swell, kid, it's to like
It's a holiday in Guanatamo
Don't forget to curse a kike

You're allowed a Koran
You eat well, no ham
You defile everyone not like you
Throw p*ss while you bitch
Of your human rights, which
Help lawyers get richer off you.

Well, you'll not work so hard
With prayer time and gym yard
Plus your tons of food a day
Rave at soldiers
While you snarf
Free medical care during your stay

Now you're with kaffirs who're American
Now you can enjoy some sin, Sun, and fun
What you need, my son
What you need, my son

Is a holiday in Guantanamo
You'll like your modern shack
A holiday in Guanatanamo
You'll not want to come back.

Ji-had, ji-had, ji-had, ji-had, etc.

And it's a holiday in Guantanamo
It's easy and it's for you
A holiday in Guantanamo
Just get the ACLU!

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