This World Will Remember Me Songtext
von Frank Wildhorn

The men in this town
Live and die and are forgotten
And it doesn′t seem to scare 'em
I can′t wait to get away
Away from the drought
And the homeless and the hungry
Where they talk about foreclosures every hot and dusty day
I don't intend to waste my life 'round here
I got it all mapped out
If I can pull just three jobs a year
I′ll be rich, I′ll have wealth fame
Everyone'll know my name
Pull three jobs? What does that mean?
What do you think it means?
Just like Billy the Kid
And Mister Capone
Every kid will idolize Clyde Barrow
One thing young lady, I guarantee
Is that this world will remember me
Yes, this world will remember me Don′t you think its time
That you lost that egg stained apron
And wore something made of satin
From a fine Manhattan store
Yes, I can see you in a car with your own driver
You are headed towards your penthouse that will overlook the shore
Your face should be up on the Silver Screen
You got that "It Girl" look
I can't believe that you see that in me
I always knew I′d be a star
How intelligent you are!
We are wasted 'round here
We′re too good for this place
We weren't born to live and die
In Texas
This is my plan
There's no plan B
And this world will remember me
You and this world will remember me!