(The ENGINEER is making his way furtively through the city. SOLDIERS seem to be everywhere.) ENGINEER 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 (he enters the abandoned backroom of what was once "Dreamland", opens A trapdoor in the floor and removes a tin 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 stash of cash 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 '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 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 want to die in bed En route to your nirvana You grab a chance and plunge ahead And go where people win Heaven's there... oh, shit! You need a visa to get in!