Lyrics If You Want To Die In Bed - Original London Cast Recording - Jonathan Pryce

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 a sack, and take the first boat
Heading west!
My precious souveniers 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 plan a restaurant
In the states...
Let me stop for a bit,
This was my greatest hit!
Miss Saigon n' her crown,
I made queen of the town...
I got 'em payin' 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 a game, I know how it works...
Why was a born of a race
That thinks only of rice
And HATES entrepreneurs?
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 wanna die in bed,
En route to your nirvana...
You grab a change and plunge ahead,
And go where people win!
Heaven's there... oh shit!
Ya need a visa to get in!