If You Want To Die In Bed

If you want to die in bed, follow my example

When you see a cloud ahead

It's time to show your class

Hit the door before

They make a target of your ass

If you want to die in bed in times of revolution

When the flag they fly is red

Let pride fill up your chest

Meanwhile pack a sack

And take the first boat heading west

My precious souvenirs of all the golden years

Rolex watches in steel that look practically real

I'll need a little stock to start me in Bangkok

If you want to die in bed, forget about your karma

When your life hangs by a thread

Don't cry about the fates

Grab a stash of cash

And plan a restaurant in the States

Let me stop for a bit

This was my greatest hit

Miss Saigon, in her crown

I made queen of the town

I got 'em paying more for just another whore

Here I come, U.S.A

Your next champ's on his way

For men will always be men

The rules are the same

For kings or for clerks

Give me francs, or dollars, or yen

I'll set up a game, I know how it works

Why was I born of a race

That thinks only of rice

And hates entrepeneurs?

Me, I belong in a place

Where a man sets his price

And you pay, and he's yours

I should be American

Where every promise lands

And every businessman knows where he stands

First stop Bangkok, then I roam

Cross that ocean white with foam

To the place that's my heart's true home

If you want to die in bed en route to your nirvana

You grab the chance and plunge ahead

Go where people win

Heaven's there, oh shit

You need a visa to get in