(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 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!