If You Want To Die In Bed

If you wanna 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 wanna die in bed In times of revolution When the flag they fly is red Let pride fill up your chest Meanwhile pack your 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 wanna 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 plant 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 USA 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 of only 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 America! If you wanna die in bed En route to your nirvana You grab your chance and plunge ahead And go where people win Heaven's there - But shit You need a visa to get in!