If you want to die in bed
Follow my example
When you see a cloud ahead
It's time to show some 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!
Oh is it... they're still here!
My precious souvenirs from all the golden years
Rolex watches in steel that look.
Practically real
I'll need a little stock
To strike 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 fence
Grab a stash of cash and buy a strip joint
In the States!
Let me stop for a bit
This was my greatest hit
Miss Saigon and her crown
I made queen of the town
I got them 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 Franks, or dollars, or Yen!
I'll set up again
I know how things work
Why was I born of a race
That thinks only of race and hates entrepeneurs
Me, I belong in a place
Where a man sets his price
And you pay and he sures
I should be American
Where every promise lands
And every business man knows where he stands
First up, Bangkok
Then I roam
Across that ocean, white with foam
To the place that's my heart's true home
America.
If you wanna die in bed
Ungroup to your nirvana
You grab your chance and plough ahead
Go where people win
Heaven's there
But shit!
You need a visa to get in!