If You Want To Die In Bed
- Jonathan Pryce (1989)You are listening to the song If You Want To Die In Bed by Jonathan Pryce, writer by Claude-Michel Schönberg;Alain Boublil;Richard Maltby in album Miss Saigon: Original London Cast Recording CD2. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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- The Fall Of Saigon - Lea Salonga
- Room 317 - Claire Moore
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- Finale - Lea Salonga
- Bui-Doi - Peter Polycarpou
- If You Want To Die In Bed - Jonathan Pryce
- Let Me See His Western Nose - Jonathan Pryce
- What A Waste - Jonathan Pryce
- The American Dream - Jonathan Pryce
- The Revelation - Claire Moore
- Now That I've Seen Her - Claire Moore
- The Confrontation - Claire Moore
Lyrics
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 your sack
And take the first boat heading west.
(He enters the abandoned backroom of what was one
"Dreamland,"
Opens a trapdoor in the floor and removes a tiny box
He opens it)
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 stasg of casg
And plan a rest'rant 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 e'm paying more
For jst another whore.
Here I come
U.S.A
Your next champ's
On his way.
For men will always be men
Thr rules are the same
For kings or for clerks.
Show 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 buisnessman 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 gram your chance and plunge
Ahead
And go where people win.
Heaven's there - Oh shit
You need a visa to get in!
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